The next morning, I found him up against this chest of drawers. I am surprised he hadn't hit his head (or face to be more specific), but he was sleeping soundly when I went in there.
And then we moved from the floor to the couch. Mind you, he has the best bed in the entire house. He is just rotten and looking for different ways to demonstrate that fact. Before this started consistently, I found him asleep on Jillian's floor one morning. He just moves around. Crazy boy!

1 comment:
that is so funny!
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