The other, night Josh fell asleep on the couch. It was time to go to bed and I woke him up saying, “Josh, lets get you into bed”. (or something to that effect) He then replied, sleepily, “Which bed?” Now, we only have one bed. It is the same bed we have been sleeping in for the past two years, and that is what I told him.
He got up and got himself ready for bed, brushed his teeth, took his medicine, used the restroom, ect. When he got into bed he curled up in a ball and started to whine. I asked him what was going on. He told me he didn't know where our bed was. Yes, he was laying in our bed. I was very confused with what he was saying and with the fact that he very upset. I began quizzing him about where he thought he was and I realized he was still asleep!! So now that I understood why nothing he was saying made sense I could play 20 questions with him.
What did the bed look like?
Is it big? No.
Is is small like for a barbie? No, it is not big and not little, it is brown.
Where the last place you saw our bed: I don't remember.
Did you loose the bed: I don't remember.
Did someone stole our bed: yes.
Who stole our bed?...
James and Brittany? No.
Jason and Katie? No.
Did I steel our bed? No.
I was stumped.. oh!
Did someone from the front desk steel our bed? Yes.
DUN DUN DUN...
He was still upset and had a slight whine in his voice. I figured it was best to let it be. To ease his mind I told him that no one broke into the house and nothing was missing. With that, he was back into a deep sleep.