I went upstairs the other night to check on Joey, and found him asleep in the linen closet. It made me laugh. I'm not sure what prompted him to climb out of bed and go sleep in the hall closet after everyone was asleep for the night, but he must have enjoyed it because he's slept in it every night since.
Yesterday he told me, "Mom, you can just blow up my room. I don't even need it anymore."
Then I watched his face as a funny, smirky look crossed over it. I can only imagine the visions he had in his head of sticks of dynamite exploding from every corner of the room.
He better not get any ideas....