Rhy's Bed

I usually go to bed late. Very late. The rest of the family has been asleep for hours by the time I hit the rack. The good thing about this is that it is unlikely that I will wake the boys when I check on them, last thing.

The other night I went in to check on Rhys, as usual. He had, obviously, not been very tired when I put him to bed. He had his little people castle in bed with him. He had taken his piggy bank down and spread his "noney" all over the place. There were cars and animals and books everywhere. He was asleep in a drift of toys. I could barely see his blankets.

At least he stays in his room.