then this:
AHHHHH! I had the ladder hidden in the guest room closet since we purchased the beds. But for some reason tonight, it magically appeared. Greg swears that HE asked for the ladder and HE wanted to sleep on the top bunk. This monumental event wasn't supposed to happen until Brady was five or so. Or, at least until the little flopper stopped waking up with his head at the foot of the bed. It was my understanding that Brady didn't even know that was a bed up there. Leave it to Good ol' Daddy! I'm hoping he won't be able to scale the side of the railing in his sleep and fall off (Brady has been know to climb up on top of three pillows while dreaming in lalaland). I'll let you know how many stitches we had to get in the morning.
