The only real rule in our house regarding The Boy is that he is not allowed to sleep in the bed. I usually hit the sack before The Husband, and The Boy usually snuggles with me until "Daddy" comes upstairs. At this point, The Boy knows it's time for the floor until the alarm goes off in the morning and he can get back in the bed. The Husband went soft on the rules last night:
The Husband: (entering bedroom): OK. The Boy can sleep in the bed tonight.
Me: Really?! Why?
The Husband: Because I just watched Marley and Me, and Marley died.
Me: You knew Marley died. Did you cry?
The Husband: Of course not. Well, almost.
Ah, a fissure in The Husband's stoic facade.
Do you think this will become a habit? Where do The Boy sleep? Between you or on your side?
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