When Brett was a couple of years older than this picture, he spent the night at a friend's house on a Friday night. We knew the family well and we went to pick him up the next morning. The family had the exact floor plan our house had and early in the morning, Brett sleep walked into the parent's bedroom. Without waking up, he crawled onto their bed and snuggled in between the two parents and kept sleeping. Hating to wake him, knowing he might be shocked and embarrassed, they went back to sleep until an hour or so had passed and they both sneaked out of bed to begin the day. Lots of laughter was had when he finally awoke in a strange bed in a strange house. That's what I call making yourself at home.
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