As I lay in bed last night trying to fall asleep I kept feeling crumbs in the sheets. No matter how fervently I swept them away, I could still feel them. Maddening. Later when my husband came to bed, he asked in frustration, "Where's my pillows?" Truth be told, I had one of them (making a grand princess total of three for me!) and I remembered his other one had been used earlier in the day for one of the kid's forts. After he finally got situated, lying there in the dark, I heard the inevitable question, "Why are there crumbs in our bed!?" Why indeed. I smiled into the darkness. "Kids. Someday we'll miss this."
