...for just the right place to sleep. Every night plays out like this: happy boy gets tucked into bed. Happy boy transforms to wailing, screaming banshee at the door before we get down the stairs. Much wailing and gnashing of teeth for about an hour. Sweet innocent-looking boy finally passes out somewhere in his room. He seems to have figured out there are more comfortable spots than the floor, and two nights in a row he even fell asleep in his bed!
Tonight, he tried out the futon.
Last night, it was the glider again, though with an uncomfortable neck crick.
We'll see what tomorrow night brings! Frankly, we don't so much care where he falls asleep if we could bypass the hour of wailing before sleep finally takes over.
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