The Great Houdini

So the last couple of nights, someone has become quiet the escape artist. Bedtime starts normal enough, but at midnight we hear a little voice at our bedroom door. And with that, the little guy shoves himself onto our bed (prime seating of course). Which raises the question, how does he do it?

Bed time observations:

When it's time to wake up, it's time to wake up: get up Mama

Blanket stealer

Mama, needs a pillow? Me: yes, I need my pillow. Therefore your head on my pillow doesn't work

Mama: sit still, I think Santa is on roof. Little guy: no, no, no. (a girl's gotta do what she has to do to get some sleep.)