Emerson: Mama, may I sleep on the bed until Papa comes home?
Me: I don’t mind, but I don’t know if there’s room. Selby is taking up almost the whole bed except for this tiny sliver of mattress which is just about big enough for the cat.
Emerson: I think I can make it. *defies laws of physics*
Me: Wow, I didn’t even know you could touch all four feet to your nose at the same time.
Emerson: Me neither.
Me: Is that even comfortable?
Me: I guess that’s a yes.