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Sam is obsessed with going to bed.

Not his bed, mind you. And, sadly, not actually going to sleep.

Instead, he likes to climb up on our bed, and once there, he dives under the covers (preferably after I've already made the bed), props his head up on the pillow, and then proceeds to fake snore (which, for reasons known only to him, he finds hilariously funny).

I blame my dad. Mostly, because it's always handy to blame things on one's parents, but also because he and my stepmother were in town visiting a few weeks ago, and we got them sick. They felt so lousy, they both ended up in bed for the last two days they were here. In order to harass see them, Sam had to climb up into the bed with them . . . and now that's all he wants to do. And now I get to make the bed five times a day.

And I thought that they didn't hit the lazing around in bed stage until they were teenagers. See, you learn something every day with this parenting gig.

Posted 11 March 2006 at 08:52 PM