I had the babes for a sleepover last night. The arrangement is that Boston sleeps with me in my queen bed, and I have a separate twin bed in my room that is Ridley's. (Aren't I lucky to have a big enough bedroom that will support all that furniture?!)
So somewhere around midnight I was awakened from a deep sleep by Ridley telling Boston, quite forcefully, to get back in his own bed. I roused, looked over, and saw him sprawled kitty-cornered across her bed, leaving her only a couple of feet at the bottom of the bed.
at her [quite loud] insistence, he reluctantly got up and moved back to his place on my bed. I asked, "How did you get over there?"
His response? "Things are what they are."
Huh? From an almost-eight-year-old? At midnight from a sound sleep?
With a fast-responding brain like that, I think this child id destined for greatness.
(Yeah, okay, I'm prejudiced. I think they're both destined for greatness of one sort or another.)
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