Grandma is spending the night, so one of my kids gave up his bed. Is it the older one? Of course not.
“Don’t you remember that one time two years ago when las primas were visiting from Ecuador and I slept on the floor in a sleeping bag? I had that nightmare about a monster coming through the wall and trying to take me away.”
I do remember that one time. (In all fairness, it sounded like a pretty terrifying dream.) How he remembers it though is beyond me. He was three. He’s also slept on the floor countless times since then. I roll my eyes.
Still, I know the value of choosing one’s battles. I move child one to child two’s bed (because bed number one is more comfortable), and set up shop for child two on the floor. As long as he’s surrounded by all the fuzzy friends, he’s happy.
Here’s to hoping no monsters vaporize through the walls tonight.