Thrusday - Lost in Your Own Bed

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about how my 3-year-old son seems to believe that "lost" is a synonym for "alone."

I realized this last night as I was trying to get him to go to sleep. He called out, I and went in his room to check on him. I asked him what was the matter. On nights my husband is at work, I've been allowing my son to sleep in my bed, which his father does not approve of very much. On the nights Jeff is home, he now insists that our son sleep in his own room. My son is does not like this arrangement one bit.

( I know where I am – I'm lost )