Saturday morning Bruce and I were still in bed when we heard Justin start crying. I rolled over and looked at the clock and realized that it was 7:45 am. I was disappointed that he was up so early since the boys all slept in until at least 9:00 last weekend. Then I started to get a little mad because I figured that one of the other boys ran into the bedroom, woke Justin up and played with him or in the room until their attention span was done then ran out. As we are rolling out of bed, we hear Justin let out another impatient cry. I am mumbling and thinking that he can start to exhibit a little patience.
As I walk into his room, I realize that he somehow managed to wedge his knee in between the slats and it is stuck. I gently try pushing it back thru, but he has it wedged in there pretty good. I call for Bruce and he comes into the room. He pulls on the slats almost to the point of breaking and I manage to push his knee out. Not sure how he managed to get it wedged in there so tight, but he did.
Sunday morning rolls around, and again Justin wakes us up about 8:00. (As you are starting to tell, I am NOT a morning person) I walk into his bedroom and Justin has his leg stuck AGAIN. Luckily it was not wedged in as tight so I was able to pull it out myself.
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