It's official. We took the rail off Scott's crib, so now he's sleeping in a big boy bed. He never did start climbing out of his crib, but we took the plunge anyway.
The next morning, M and I were chatting with him. The recap he gave us went something like this:
G - Scott, tell Daddy what you did last night.
M - What did you do?
Scott - Sleep in big boy bed, like Claire. Fall out.
M - You fell out?
Scott - [rubbing head] Yup. Fell out, hit head.
G - You hit your head?
Scott - [nodding] Yup. Got back in.
M - You climbed back in your bed?
Scott - Yup.
End of conversation. I guess if it's not a big deal to him, it shouldn't be a big deal to us.
6 comments:
I love Scott, that is so awesome. Fell out, hit head. LOVE it!
Scott is awesome!
LOL! Too funny.
that's funny. just the facts, ma'am.
this is so classic. scott = chill.
I remember doing the same thing when I was little. But Scott's way of telling his story beats all. Thanks for sharing the hilarity!
(can you tell I'm trying to catch up on my blog reading?)
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