I run upstairs and Jeff is standing there over our bed laughing. Seems Mr. Man got out of his big boy bed, climbed up onto our bed, read himself a book, got a little chilled and covered himself with a big feather pillow and fell asleep. He was as happy as a clam and fast asleep.
It was awfully cute. I turned to Jeff and said: We are in soooooo much trouble.
Have a good night!