It was getting close to bedtime for James last night. My second grader had grabbed a good book and made himself comfortable on Daddy’s side of the bed. (Stories from the good book, actually.)
It seemed a good time to sneak in for a cuddle, so I slipped in on my side and got ready for the uphill climb.
We have one of those “sleep number” beds. My husband, Gary, would be happy sleeping on a rock, so his side is set at 100 (“You sure it won’t go any higher?” he asks me all the time). I prefer a more moderate 45 or 55, so it was a bit of a heave-ho to make it over to James’s side.
I smoothly slid one of my arms under the lad’s head and the other I placed lightly across his belly. Not lightly enough, it turns out.
“Mom…the lapbar is too tight.”
Originally posted 8/20/07
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