Last night I moved a futon from the attic, where I've been sleeping with Griffin, to his bedroom. It takes up more space than the little tiny kid bed he's never slept in, but at least he and I can sleep in a room that's not unbearably hot at night.

He told me this morning that he wanted to put it back the way it was "last year." I think it's because it interferes with his castles and his little people.