When my son stays with me, he pretty much takes over the bed. No big deal, really. I think it’s adorable, and I’m glad he’s taken so well to being here.

Now, when I was younger, I fell off the bed while sleeping. In fact, the Lil’ Moo has done the same. But the other night, while I was watching TV trying to get some sleep, I noticed him not really falling off the bed, but rolling.

It was surreal. He didn’t fall from the bed as much as he let himself down from the bed to the floor easily. I heard movement behind me, turned, and saw him climbing down. I figured he was just going to go to the bathroom, but he kept going, all the way until he was almost laying down on the floor.

I picked him up, put him back to bed, and watched in sheer amusement. Within an hour he tried to do the same thing again. It was indeed a funny sight, seeing him try to go to the floor while he was out cold.

I thought he fell off the bed Monday night when I looked up and saw him on the floor. I had been incredibly exhausted, so I didn’t think anything of it other than that had to be what happened.

Seeing him ease his way off the bed, however, showed me otherwise.