Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Dragons, For You Are Crispy And Good With Ketchup

So I go in to check on My Precious in his Big Boy Bed last night, and he's not there. Not in his bed. Not on the pillows. Not on the floor with his face pressed against the heating vent. Fortunately I could hear him breathing, so I didn't immediately jump to the conclusion that someone had scaled the house, come into the window and stolen him. I follow the sound of his tiny snores and press down the giant couch pillows that are still right up next to the bed ... and there he is. In exactly the same position as he fell asleep, just under the bed instead of on top of it.


You see that gap? Yeah, I made that gap when I was looking for him. The first pillow had been up against the bed like the second one is.

There's no way he did this on purpose. I know him and I saw the way he was laying, and the only possible conclusion is that he rolled onto the couch cushion, his body weight pressed it down and dumped him under the bed, and the pillow fluffed back up to swallow him whole. And he never woke up. Not even when Phil pulled him out and put him back on top. Hilarious!!

I'm considering the advice to purchase some sort of rail, but the 11pm treasure hunts for my son are pretty fun, too!