The Kid invaded our bed as a newborn and hasn’t really ever left. Once and awhile I bribe him to go to his own bed, but no bribe has proven sufficient enough to get him to stay there. I don’t mind mostly, except that he wiggles and kicks and talks in his sleep and likes to sleep with 15 stuffed animals, in addition to me. Wolverine usually meanders off to The Kid’s bed so as to avoid being kicked in the back (or other more sensitive places).
The Kid turns 7 on the 7th. Happy Birthday The Kid! We are the luckiest of parents to have gotten you out of our dna. You keep our hearts beating.