A few nights ago just as I was tucking Rachel into she said, "There is a bad guy in my bed." I groaned internally, but sweetly said, "No there's not, Rachel. Our house is safe. Your bed is safe." Rachel said, "No. Look, Mom." She pointed above her. Rachel is in the bottom bunk of a metal bunk bed. So there are metal bars and a mattress right above her head. I looked up and indeed there was a bad guy in her bed. I said, "Oh my goodness, we do not want that here." Rachel said, "Yeah, it's a bad guy." I took the bad guy upstairs and asked Ruth, Kate, Johnny, and Adam who put the bad guy in Rachel's bed. No one confessed. But Rachel did sleep soundly last night.
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lol that is soo funny, your kids are comdians
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