At about 6:40 this morning Blythe came into our room crying. So I asked her what was wrong and she said "Ethan isn't in his bed". So I kind of assumed she went into his room looking for him and couldn't find him. Which worried me a little.
So anyway, then I asked her, "do you know where he is?"
She said, "He's in MY room in MY bed. I don't want him in my bed." So now that made sense. Blythe does not like to be woken up early in the morning. Especially by her brother who likely wants her to get up and play kitchen with him. So Braden went and got him and Blythe went back to bed. Crisis averted.
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