Hello? NASA?

Yesterday, The Bandit got his dearest wish.  Alright, not his dearest, dearest wish.  I haven’t yet figured out how to get a rodeo bull on the space shuttle.  Damn NASA won’t return my emails.  But I do what I can.  The wish that came true was a relatively easy one considering.  The Bandit got bunkbeds!  His father and I set them up yesterday.  It took approximately 73 hours.  That’s why I didn’t post last night.  I could no longer lift my arms.  Typing was out of the question. 

In a moment of complete synergy, the name of the beds were The Bunk House Collection.  Once we explained that a bunk house is where the cowboys sleep, I swear I could feel the planets aligning and all was right in his 5 year old universe.  We already had cowboy sheets and a cowboy quilt.  He has 5 pairs of cowboy pajamas.  AND NOW he has a cowboy bed. LA!!

Needless to say, the bunkbeds were a huge hit.  Instead of a ladder, there is a set of stairs.  Each stair pulls out into a drawer.  Within an hour, he had a myriad collection of junk in there: Happy Meal toys, random army men, marbles, Hot Wheels cars – basically quintessential boy stuff.  He and his sister ran up and down the stairs a gazillion times, building a fort on the top bunk. 

Bunkbeds are all fun and games until someone leaps off the top bunk in an effort to swing on the ceiling fan.  Stay tunes – I’m sure there will be all kinds of bunkbed shenanigans to report.