He Finally Said It

So The Beloved The Buttface, says to me this morning, "It's about time he's sleeping in his own bed." I ask who? He gives me the look. So I say that he is sleeping in his own bed. He says, "His own bed in his own room. You know, that room down the hall. The one you call 'The Nursery?' That room. You remember the one." So I skip a few beats and say, "When he's sitting up. He's safe in the cradle until he's sitting up." The Beloved Butthead started to protest but I left the room with my hands over my ears, singing "Lalalalalala...I can't hear you! Lalalalala!" So there! In all honesty, The Olders weren't ousted until they were able to sit up. Why should Jack be any different? After all, we agreed that we would raise him exactly the same...SO THERE!