For the past few nights, Corben hasn't been interested in his bed. I think he's figured out that the living room is where it's at, mostly because it's where mama is at, after Mama is done snuggling...but Corben is not. So he creeps quietly down the stairs, hoping I don't notice him (which is practically impossible) and quietly snuggles in.
I love it, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. And I want to remember these moments, so I write about them. That is all.
(And Corben is right, his bed sucks. Poor kid.)