This black lump on our floor is my husband. The cat might be in there too. This is B’s favorite place and way to sleep: on the floor in his giant sleeping bag. I find him like this probably at least once an evening.
But what I find funny is that all of his birthday presents, which were under the Christmas tree, seem to have curiously crawled over to keep him company. His birthday isn’t until this weekend, and he’s been bugging me because he can’t tell what’s in the boxes by shaking them. (Well, gee, at least finally I figured out how to pack them right!) He sure is silly.