The other night John decided he did not want to sleep in his own bed so he came piling in bed with me and Daddy. As we were getting comfortable I rolled over on something -very hard. I pulled out the sheep pictured above. I told John the sheep could not sleep with us...between him, his lovey, Daddy, tons of pillows, and blankets there was just no room. As I handed the sheep to Daddy to put on the dresser Daddy said so wittingly..."John must have been counting sheep...and caught one!" It was a funny moment.