Oh how I love all snuggling up together in the weekends..
chatting about life, the universe and everything..
of course, it always seems to turn into a BOY-RUMBLE, and mamma gets chased out of the haven!!!
there were FIVE in the bed and the little one said, "Roll over... roll over... so they all rolled over and one fell out...
(the teenage sleepyheads tend to stay snoring in their boudoirs...)