I was all excited for Sam to tick off one of his "When I am 5" accomplishments and asked him if he was going to sleep in the top bunk last night. This change would mean both boys and the dog would stop sleeping in the guest room. Not that we need our guest bed every night, but I wouldn't be sad if the boys would use the damn bunk bed I bought for them.
No matter my reason though; it didn't happen. When I enthusiastically asked him, I got a reply of, "Ummm, I'm not going to do that until I am a certain number...and that number is 6."
The art of procrastination is strong in this one.
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