This looks like a kid's bed, right? (Photo by Annie Spratt / Unsplash). 

Last night was the first night I've spent apart from my son. For the past three and a half years, while I have not always put my to bed--I've always been in the house or apartment where he slept.

But last night he slept at the grandparents' house.

It was his idea, sort of. We were having dinner there the other night and he didn't want to come home, he wanted to stay there and sleep. We've been meaning for him to have a sleep over at his grandparents so maybe one of these days we can take a weekend trip away, or to the hospital for the birth of the next one, and this seemed like the best chance to practice.

We packed his suitcase and went over. We gave him a bath. We hugged him goodbye. He was sad a little bit but his grandmother gave him a cut out of a ambulance to put together.

He slept all night. Woke up in a good mood. Had breakfast with them.

Does he even need us anymore?