Scoot Over...Ha!

It started storming here about 2am. I went to check on the boys...Sam had sugar plums dancing in his head; not Drew. He calls out for me and says, "there's a storm in my room." I laid with him for a while. Every time I tried to escape, he grabbed a hold of me. After about an hour, another round of storms came through, and we moved our slumber party to the master bedroom. I wake up to our two year old almost successfully pushing his 6 foot 3 inch 200+ pound Daddy out of the bed. Ha! I moved Drew closer to me and he rolled back over to his "place". Nick and I laughed so hard! Merry Christmas!