Will knows that he has to sleep in his bed during the week in order to have a sleepover in our room on Friday nights.  Last night he came into our bed.  I didn’t feel like taking him back and when I reminded him that he needed to go to his bed in order to have a sleepover the next night, he just moaned and rolled over.

This morning I felt him wake up.  He snuggled in next to me and stroked my hair and then froze, sat up, jumped out of that side of the bed (Nic was in the shower) and scampered as fast as he could out of the room.  I could just feel the “OH CRAP!  I’M IN THE WRONG BED!” thought dawn on him.  It was too cute. 

And because these years are so short, there will still be a sleepover in our room tonight.

(I need to stop hanging out with women 30 years my senior if I’m ever supposed to be expected to deny him snuggles!)