Believe it or not, we do have beds for our children. Nice beds. The littles have bunk beds, as a matter of fact.

But night after night they beg to sleep on the floor. Or on the couch in the living room. Many evenings I kiss them good-night in their beds, only to discover them wrapped in a blanket on their floor in the morning.

Do they think they're camping? I am not sure.

My recent discovery, though, takes the cake.

Before going to bed I checked on the littles, and discovered Brogan sleeping like this:

He is sleeping upright, dear reader, in a round, plastic laundry basket.