On Friday, we went to Ikea to buy little one a new bed. We had already chosen one, ordered the mattress and so on Friday we took the van and went to get it. Simple? That's what I thought but when we went there the assistant told us it was out of stock. Ok then, we decided to call at the shop in a few days to see if they brought it. Well, I should have known better. You see, my husband is a shopaholic; there's no way he'll leave a place without buying anything. So while we were heading towards the exit he saw another bed, nothing similar to what we'd chosen. (I suppose I need to explain what kind of bed I wanted: four pieces of wood that would basically be a box for the mattress to sit on, with legs so that I can mop under it and no other pieces of wood around it so I could easily throw a bedspread on it.) You should have seen how ecstatic father and son were! This one had steps to climb on and enough space below to sit and play and build a fort and ...and... I'm not saying I didn't like it but I said it was dangerous for a 4-and-a-half-year-old to sleep at a height of 116cm protective barriers or not.
In the end, my son's excitement and the possibility to reverse it convinced me to buy it. There's no way I would have bought it if I were on my own though.
Serves me right. Now I'll have to get used to the idea that I'll bump my head every time I want to make the bed....that is, twice every day!!!