OK, so I'm not trying to be all judgey here, but while everyone else is focusing on the fact that this baseball player hurt himself adjusting a pillow, and, oh isn't that delightfully funny, I'm more weirded out by the fact that his son sleeps with him and his wife.
"I have a 3-year-old son who sleeps in the bed with my wife and me," Inge said. "I was trying to push the pillow down behind his head..."Not, my 3-year-old son had a bad dream and was sleeping with us. Not, my 3-year-old son was sick and we wanted him close while we all slept. It's my "3-year-old son who sleeps in the bed with my wife and me." Period. End of sentence.
Um, I think toddler boy needs a big-boy bed of his own.
2 comments:
totally!
Miss M climbs into our bed when she is sick or scared or early in the morning...
and you know sometimes, you just need the space! get a big boy bed!
I agree with you in theory and wonder if he was misquoted or maybe just off the top of his head said it and didn't mean it that way. Or maybe they are family bed devotees and that's just the way they do it.
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