Last night, after I tucked my son into bed, he requested a glass of water. I went downstairs to get it, but when I came back upstairs, he wasn't in his bed.
Hmmm I thought. Where could he be?
I went around to the other side of the bed, and noticed a hand sticking out. "I wonder who that hand could belong to," I said.
Bubba giggled. He poked his face out and gave me a big grin. "Would you have known I was here if you hadn't seen my hand?"
"Probably not," I said. "I would've thought you took off to Timbuktu. Now get yourself out of there and get back into bed, please."
He tried. But guess what? He was stuck!
"Are you getting a little big for fitting under the bed, Bubba?"
"No, Mama. I just like it here. I think I'll hang out like this a while."
"Are you sure you don't need help?"
He shook his head.
"Okay. Goodnight." I walked out of the room.
(I stood outside the door to make sure he could get out. It took a few minutes, but he did. I guess no more hiding under the bed for Bubba!)