I fell asleep last night snuggled up nicely to my wonderful husband. I woke up the first time at 6am to an increasingly more familiar sight. Frances had a nightmare and wanted to climb in bed with me. So we squished together and added her in. Then at 6:30, Henry woke up so I brought him in bed too. I was thinking he might go back to sleep, and he did lay down for a minute or so. Then he rolled over and got real close to my face. *MWAH!* and he kissed me...once, twice, three times. Then he rolled over and kissed Ken. Then he rolled back and kissed me again. And Frances wanted in on the action, so she sat up and he half-climbed over me to get to her.
Given the choice between sleeping in on a Saturday and be awakened by lovely 19-month old kisses, I would pick....um...OK-the kisses!!
PS Frances' nightmare sounds straight out of Scooby-Doo (which she has only seen once or twice). She and her friends went to visit a haunted house. It was haunted with "scary people who were nice; not scary people who were mean."