big boy bed

We recently moved G to his big boy bed. Its a twin bed on his floor, and what once was an easy bedtime is now a 45 minute production filled with questions and threats. If daddy goes in first, I hear them giggling on the monitor and then they discuss how I'm going to yell if I come in and catch them. When I close G's door, he uses this as an excuse to bounce around like a ping pong ball until I come back in. Then he proceeds to ask me a million questions about everything from why the sun comes out to what my bed looks like.

But my all time favorite so far, has been this little quote "The ceiling paint made me get out of bed and come find you".

My son is nothing, if not a creative liar. :)