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TJ made it through his first night in his big boy bed without falling out, no matter how precariously he may have appeared to be balancing on the edge.
Tonight, however, we heard some coughing and a loud THUNK!
We both went upstairs to find TJ sitting on the floor with his bedspread, looking a little dazed, but generally unharmed.
“Hey, buddy.”
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Are you okay?”
“No.”
Blink.
He snuggled up against Daddy’s chest for a hug, then climbed back into bed. As we tucked him back in, he promptly pulled the sheet over his head.
I think he’s okay! 🙂
That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.
