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.
I love Scott, that is so awesome. Fell out, hit head. LOVE it!
ReplyDeleteScott is awesome!
ReplyDeleteLOL! Too funny.
ReplyDeletethat's funny. just the facts, ma'am.
ReplyDeletethis is so classic. scott = chill.
ReplyDeleteI remember doing the same thing when I was little. But Scott's way of telling his story beats all. Thanks for sharing the hilarity!
ReplyDelete(can you tell I'm trying to catch up on my blog reading?)