Oh what a rumpus we had last night.
One little boy got scared after reading the darker bits of Harry Potter.
He climbed into bed.
A short while later, the other one woke up.
And he climbed into bed.
This led to the shoving, the kicking, the squishing, the squashing, and even a punch or two :) I'm feeling rather bruised and battered.
To make my morning that much brighter, my eyeglasses (knocked off from their perch on the night table), were stomped upon into a tangled mess.
But I have got milk for the coffee.
It's going to be ok.