so my sister told this story when she was visiting over the summer:
back in my undergrad days i relented, just a few times, to do some babysitting for a couple in dad's church. my sister and her boyfriend (now husband) were hanging out at our house watching movies while i 'babysat,' which entailed feeding them, then watching the clock assiduously and praying for bedtime to come. at last, bedtime. i tucked the little tykes in bed, clicked off the light and shut the door. i'd barely settled on the couch before faint wails wobbled from the bedroom down the hall.
i opened the door. 'yes?'
'leave the light on!
'your eyes will adjust!' click.
my sister and her husband laugh their asses off whenever they tell this story, always shouting the ending: 'your eyes will adjust!'
anyway. co-sleeping. excuse me while i roll my eyes.
Sleeping-Co-Sleeping-Children - New York Times