As part of his "reward" for being such an awesome soccer player this spring (2nd highest team scorer and best goalie with caboodle's of saves!), Mr B promised lil brother a milk shake....and a sleep over in mama's big comfy bed (Mr B graciously took the guest room). Of course lil brother was thrilled to get the "man" side of the bed, all those stacked up mushy pillows, and a wide open king size space to roll around in. I even let him hold the remote control. We did have an issue over choosing our TV show. I told him this was MY room, MY bed, and MY TV, and if he didn't like it then he could leave. So he grudgingly capitulates and hands over the remote for the channel change as he mumbles under his breath, "Man! I feel sorry for dad!" (I roll my eyes and ignore this. No sympathy on that front). However I did compromise some, and we watched The Food Network as opposed to the millionth episode of House Hunters (although lil brother is excellent at picking the buyer's chosen house). Since lil brother has never in his life been a parental bed bug (we almost lost the battle with big kid and managed to get him out of our bed in time for middle school), I wasn't sure what to expect of lil brother's sleeping style. As you might expect he snored like a bear cub and slept with arms and legs and toes on my side. At one point I sat up in bed and demanded, "What's wrong?!?" To which he sleepily replied, "Dus laughin' at funny stuff." Night laughing is very creepy, ya'll... So although sleeping with a bear cub is cute and adorable and a totally worth it once in a lifetime opportunity-I'm starting the day off pretty exhausted.
Being popular with boys does have some drawbacks.
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