children, gratitude, happiness

My Friend, My Brother

The boys have been sleeping in the same room. When we upgraded little T.Puzzle’s bed from a crib, we purchased a trundle bed with this intent in mind. Usually, T.Puzzle goes to bed in the ‘super secret spy’ pull-out part, and then Full Speed slips in quietly (sort of) a few minutes later to the upper ‘big boy’ portion. They know the rules. If Mom so much as hears a peep out of either one, Full Speed will be immediately relocated to his own room with no warning and no questions asked. So far, I haven’t had to follow through on that threat. They must actually want to be in the same room. After all the smack-downs I have witnessed I find this shocking.

They decided to mix it up over the weekend. They decided to sleep in the same bed for fun.

Little T.Puzzle thought this was remarkable. When I was helping him get dressed the next morning he said, “Mommy! Full Speed slept with me on my Thomas sheeps!”

Looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

4 thoughts on “My Friend, My Brother”

  1. omg too sweet…I remember loving to share a bed with my sister 🙂 we did stay up late and tell eeach other jokes and stories…I am sure it is a great thing!

    1. They get mistaken for twins all the time and it drives Frack nuts. It’s the hair color and their glasses and the fact I dress them the same all the time (an addiction I am trying to break but they look so darn cute).

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