I woke up at 2:15 this morning to my son's frantic voice. "I needa go potty! I need help!" So I staggered out of bed and helped him get to the toilet. He gets terribly upset if I turn even a dim light on in the middle of the night, so I left them off and felt my way over to the sink to wash my hands when he was done. I finally got back to my bed and plopped myself down. Right on top of a skinny little three year old.
Me: You stole my spot, Jordan!
Jord: No, I sleep here too.
Me: No. Scoot over if you want to stay in here. Otherwise go to your own bed.
Jord: Okay, I gonna scoot over and go get my blankie. Den I come back ok?
Me: Okay.
Jord: Don't steal my spot, Mommy. I be really mad if you do. I get da edge.
Are you kidding me?! I got hijacked.
