For months Jesse has slept on his floor. More specifically on the floor in his doorway, where he is right in the middle of anyone passing by and where he's in danger of being stepped on. It's not conducive to good sleep. In desperation last night at 10:00 I said, "Why won't you sleep in your bed?" Miraculously, he gave a straight answer: "The sheet are too cold." We swapped his cute cowboy sheets for flannel ones and gol' darn it if that boy didn't climb into his bed and go to sleep. He even allowed me to put a flannel pillowcase on the nasty pillow he normally insists on using sans case. He looked so civilized in an actual bed. It was a Festivus Miracle.