Dear Isaac ~

I will have you read this when your 6.
We love you.  But, you can’t always sleep in our bed.
You have to learn there isn’t anything in your closest scarier than you dad.
There are no monsters under the bed that Charlie won’t chase away.
Anything that’s left are the friendly kind of monsters.

For now, though, we’ll let you lay here and sleep.

You won’t always get to pull this crap.

We love you.

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The short story: He would fuss until we laid him down in the middle of Queen.  He slept like, well, a baby for the next 45 minutes until we went to bed and he went back to the cradle.  Then he was up all night… apparently, it has begun.