You’ll never guess who we found in our bed the other night…again. It’s getting so bad that I’d almost say it’s unusual not to find him there.

A close-up.

By now I’ve taken a dozen or so pictures, and moved my flash/played with settings about as many times. He’s starting to move around a bit. I like the shadow on his face in this one.

The Husband told him to go to the bathroom before putting him in his own bed. This is where we found him, poor child. Being the nurturing Mother I am, I took a few more shots of him lying on the hard floor before allowing the tourture to come to an end.







