I went into to check on the kiddies before I went to bed last night, and I couldn't find my three-year-old. He wasn't in his bed, under his bed, or on the floor. Sometimes he sleeps under his brother's crib and pretends they are in bunk beds. He wasn't in his "bunk bed" tonight though. Not in the closet or bathroom.I was about to do a full-house search and alert Daddy when I noticed the little Ikea rocker had legs. Hmm. I saw a little tuft of blonde hair sticking out. He was fast asleep in there.
It reminded me of a little chrysalis. He was tucked so neatly inside. Maybe he was practicing his bomb/tornado/big brother pummeling drill.
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