Ryan has gotten in the bad habit of coming into our bed during the night. I guess it wouldn't be so bad except for fact that he moves around all the time and Duane and I end up losing sleep and get bruises from Ryan's flailing.
I have to work today so at about 7:40 I turned the lights on in our room. Duane had moved to Ryan's room, but Ryan was still sleeping. He started whining as soon as the lights came on and saying that he was still tired and still wanted to sleep.
"Well, if you would sleep in your own bed, it wouldn't bother you that I am getting ready for work. Why don't you go get in your bed?"
Ryan replied, "But I'm too tired. I need someone to do it for me."
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