Rhett(4) has been a little sneaky lately.
He has been sneaking into my bed in the middle of the night very quietly.
Very, very quietly.
The boys had learned before blog-Stedman started working nights that it was best to sneak into HIS side of the bed. I was usually the mean, “go back to your OWN bed” kinda mom. Now that they don’t have him as a buffer in MY bed, the boys (and by boys, I mean RHETT) have to resort to dealing with ME.
So, Rhett stealthfully slips into my bed and by the time I realize he is there he is fast asleep.
The boy might be a genius.
What mom is going to WAKE a sleeping child that looks like an angel from heaven when he is asleep?
Rhett had slept the entire night in his own bed for a few nights in a row, but last night he made a secret entrance during a thunderstorm.
The next morning I asked him…
Rhett, did you sleep in my bed because of the thunderstorm last night?
No. I am not afraid of thunderstorms like Ryan and Reid are.
Then why did you come down?
Because I like you.
Like I said, the boy might be a genius.