Who Needs a Place to Sleep?

I don't get it.

What's with all the stuffed animals in my son's bed?

Let's see, there's Eeyore and Pooh, then big Tigger and little Tigger, Boo Husky, Go Cougar (small), Go Cougar (big), green monkey and, last but not least, tiny boxer. T Junior's still in his crib (with no side), so it's getting a little cramped in there (big boy bed coming for Christmas).

Tonight, he proudly showed me how he'd set up all his "friends" around his pillow.

"Where are you going to sleep?" I asked.

He draped himself over his animals, paused, and looked at me and Mr. T, then readjusted himself along the side of his mattress. Not satisfied, he threw his blankets to the bottom of his bed and tried to wedge himself between some of his animals. He looked at us again.

Finally, he just scooted down to the bottom of his bed and sat up. "Maybe I'll just sit up and sleep."