Tennessee got a bunk bed for his third birthday. Like the rest of his presents, except the few deemed "boyish, Lucy has been coveting the crap out of it. As soon as the box was in our house she started jockeying for possession of the top bunk.
"I could snuggle him in the night if he got a bad dream momma! I would be right there, in the top bunk, close." As Tennessee has never known a life without sharing, aka having anything his sister wants yanked from his mitty mitts, he is pretty cool about communal property. Not so with the former only child, Lucy June Pogson, but we will get back to that later. So when she began her campaign for top bunk of his most prized birthday present, he agreed right away. She moved a few, things into her new digs. Four Groovy Girls, her stuffed bear Blue, her blanket and pillow, an extra set of jammies (in case she gets too cold in the night), and her "laptop" that her Uncle Mike and Aunt Suzie gave her for Christmas.
It took Kenneth four hours to put the thing together, then two hours to get the kids to sleep (they were both so excited that they could barely stand it let alone relax and sleep). I checked on them before bed, then went to sleep myself. I woke up twice, imagining the sound of my Lucy flopping over the side despite the substantial guard rail and Conestoga wagon type canopy keeping her safe. They didn't wake me up until 6:12 in the morning, which is practically luxurious by my standards. I asked them how they slept. Tennessee was happy as a big old three year old clam. Lucy, well Lucy had some complaints to file.
Apparently Tennessee did "gots" a bad dream. He climbed up the ladder to snuggle his sister. After stealing her covers and kicking her in the shins a few times, he went right back to sleep. She now wants me to forbid him from going in the top bunk to sleep with her, and while I am at it, just tell him to stay out of her bunk in general as she didn't want him messing up her stuff. I figured it wasn't worth working her up before school this morning, so I told her I would think about it. I think after school will be the right time to explain that her bunk bed colonization plans are not going to be tolerated. Poor old Lucy, the end of an empire is a tough thing to take.
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