multi-coloured dreams

after a week or so where i've climbed into my crib to retrieve things and then yelled for mom to lift me back down, it was inevitable the day was rapidly approaching.......

i'm on my way to a big boy bed, via the mattress on the floor stage. mom's a bit concerned about the drum kit in the corner of my bedroom which i'll now have access to at 3am should i feel the urge to get a bit of practice in. she's also slightly worried that i won't be content to bounce on my own bed, but will climb up onto the big bed in the room, start bouncing on that, and then go crashing to the floor. i think mom worries too much, what do you reckon?

dad thought he could persuade me to sleep longer at lunch time by lying next to me. i gave him hobbes and my bob pillow on his head .. he went to sleep .. i went to the drum kit. what dad, no stamina today??