Southern Hospitality

We have both sets of parents visiting this weekend.

Before the out-of-town guests arrived, we told Cameron that he was going to have to give up his bedroom for the weekend. "O-tay," he agreed before he found out that that meant that someone else was going to be sleeping his bed.

"No," he said matter-of-factly.

To make a long story short, Cameron started out in our bed last night. At midnight, when my husband started exhibiting clear signs of having the stomach flu, I moved him to the floor next to our bed. In the morning, I found him sleeping in his own bed.

My poor sixty-five year-old dad was sleeping on the floor next to my son's bed.

"What happened?" I asked.

Evidently, around three in the morning, my dad was startled out of a deep slumber by an angry someone yanking on his arm.

"Get out!" that someone yelled.

Fearing for his life, my dad did what he was told.

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