There was a storm last night which means the chances that a child would make their way into my bed at some point was high. Sure enough, around 4:00 a.m. as the thunder started to rock and roll, I felt the gentle tap, tap, tap of Son No. 1 trying to wake me up as gently as possible. Sometimes too gently. He once stood beside his dad tapping him for 1/2 an hour.
He climbed into bed fully loaded with stuffed animals and cuddling pillows and after about an hour, fell asleep.