Radar and I have a king sized bed. Last night, we were snuggling in bed and he rolls away and I hear “Oh shit!” Thud! He had rolled off the edge of the bed!! I roll to the edge and look down on him. “Radar are you ok?” I ask. “Yes”, he replies “What are you doing down there?” I asked as I started to giggle. “The bed ended. We need a bigger bed”.
Then he gets up and gets back in the bed. I’m laughing hysterically at this point and he starts recounting his fall. “The cartoons lied. You fall even if you don’t know you’re over the edge. “. “Our bed is too tall. I fell ten feet.”. “I had time to think about it before I landed. Like, will I live? Will I die? What should I make for breakfast?” With each comment I laugh harder! Then he says “You’re enjoying this too much”
