I hear tales of married couples who have fights over one spouse eating in bed and the other suffering from the food remnants. I may finally be able to understand that.
Last night, after Mom and the Boys had fallen asleep, I went in to move them over to their own beds. I got Corwin moved over and then went back for Charles. I had loaned the boys some LED flashlights earlier which I decided to collect and verify that they were off before putting Charles away. I poked at Mom until she woke up enough to reach under herself and pull a flashlight out from where it had been abandoned by Corwin. I put it away and then moved Charles over to his bed. I then came back and asked where the flashlight Charles had was. Mom said that she’d given it to me, but I pointed out that it was Corwins. Mom then reaches under herself to pull out another flashlight. I put that away, do my nightly maintenance and come back to get in to bed. First I pick out all of the cars and trucks I can find and make a little pile off the side of the bed (I’m not being figurative here - there really were enough to make a small pile). I then climb in only to find other vehicles stuffed in various nooks and crannies of the covers. However, after a few minutes of picking out vehicles I’ve removed enough to try to get to sleep.