Almost every evening, my three-year old presents us with a present.
One pillow for daddy, one pillow for mommy. One stuffed animal for daddy, one stuffed animal for mommy. One matchbox car for daddy, one matchbox car for mommy.
As the week grows, the visibility of our comforter decreases and the top of our bed begins to resemble the aftermath of a Where the Wild Things Are rumpus.
Although the bed real-estate becomes quite limited as Saturday draws near, we will never turn down a “Mommy, you can sleep with… he’ll keep you safe” contribution.
We love them so.