My husband has a funny game that he plays with the kids. He lets them climb into his spot in the bed. He pretends not to be aware of what they are doing until it is too late. He lets them get comfortable, watching them from a far as they have Mom bonding time. We just read, or they watch me write my blogs. Whatever we do doesn’t really matter.
After they are good and comfortable he storms in, like a lion in March, and growls, “Who is in MY spot!?” The boys just giggle with the pride of pulling one over on Dad. Pretending to have lost the battle, Dad slinks off. He actually goes to finish up work on his computer or watch TV. But the boys feel triumphant to have won the battle. And the hang out with Mom until I kick them out and send them to their own beds.
Tonight, Dad is out of town. YaYa is happily announcing that he “gets to sleep in Dad’s spot ALL Night Long.” Hopefully, Dad is reading this right now and will call to say, “Who is sleeping in MY spot?!? 