11:30pm Little Maya comes walking into our bedroom with her blanket in one hand, her little bear in the other. She points to our bed and says "Jag sova dar" (I sleep there) with her most miserable voice. How can you resist that? I sure can't.
I guess we'll all sleep on our queen size bed that nowadays feels more like a twin size bed. I have to admit that I don't mind it at all.
