Tomorrow my 12-year old nephew Sam is coming to stay with us. Josh & I went to
Target yesterday to buy him an air mattress (hey, nothing but the best for our guests).
Today, Josh made the bed for Sam...he even sacrificed his beloved Gog-Gog so that Sam could go to sleep with a woobie.
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Note how straight the blanket is on the bed? I didn't help. Well, I helped in the sense that it's my crazy OCD left-brained genes at work, but it was all him...I see
hospital corners in his future :)
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