Misty assembled Blake's new Toy Story bed.
Two hours it took. 15 minutes max on the instruction manual.
Blake, watching the construction of the bed intently and pointing from bed to bike, laughed so lustily he nearly stopped breathing.
As Misty also needed to regain her breath after the bed building, she flopped onto the couch to read a month old magazine.
Blake was pounding on the computer then stopped mid-press, looked at her, stood up and slowly walked over, and hugged and kissed her.
At bedtime Blake eagerly snuggled into his new bed and silence prevailed.
Around 2am, Misty hears :"Ma, Maa, Maah!"
"Go to your new bed, Blake."
Blake tip-toes to his room. Silence again. Then a chair is scraped back.
Twang! Twang!! Twang!!! Beethoven Blake is playing the piano.
"Go to your Toy Story bed, Blake," says Nick.
When Misty wakes up the following morning, Blake is sleeping on Nick's bottom and has one big toe in Misty's ear and the other up her nose.
"I like my bed, mommy," says Blake, "but yours is so much kinder."