I'm pretty good in my big boy bed.
Since my first day,
I don't get out anymore at bedtime.
Every once in a while,
I get up in the night and
scare Mom and Dad by throwing their door open
and appearing at the side of their bed.
In the morning,
I sometimes get up before anyone else
and surprise my family by appearing
in unexpected places
(like Weston's bunk).
Today, nap seemed to be going well.
But then Mom found me like this?
Can you tell?
I'm curled up on the floor
next to my bed.
Sometimes it's better that way.
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