This is what I found when I went to check on the kids during "rest time." Three things are NOT how I left them.
Can you spot them?
Ready for the answers?
Jessie put her new shoes on to sleep in (wow- one of those girls!), and apparenty she was reading Will's flashcards, which were so boring that she actually fell asleep.
That's Ed's head. He's stuck.
"Uh, a whittle help here. My heart's stuck."
I went to check on the kids. Ed's spot on the bed is empty. Having just come from one end of our eight foot wide living space and not seeing him, I'm a little confused at where he could possible be. Under the bed was the only option... but it seems he took a different route to get there and got stuck in the process. I don't know if he planned on staying there all day or not, because he didn't ask for help until after the "Oh no! Mom caught me!" look subsided.
I made him wait a full three minutes or so while I laughed so hard I nearly peed my pants.
Then, I considered my options.
One, I could just pull him up and out.
Two, I could drop the back wall of the toy hauler (black wall he's pinned against.) This would require my moving a certain fuzz's patrol car though, and that's probably HIGHLY frowned upon by our great state. I'm sure they might make an exception in an emergency... but I don't really want to find out. Besides, it would let out all of our cool air that we work so hard to maintain.
Three, wake the other kids up and make them get out of bed and help me scoot the bunk bed away from the wall.
I opted for number three, followed by number one.
That boy was truly, truly stuck with no where to go.
Thank-you for the afternoon pick-me-up. I had a great laugh at your expense. You were not thrilled that we was laughing at you, but Kacy, Will, and I had a great time! What are you going to do next? Don't answer that. I don't want to know. Love, Mom