For those of you (including myself) who needed proof that a 225-pound man can fit into a toddler bed with a 26-pound kiddo, albeit not as comfortably as the entire family can fit into the KING sized bed two rooms away, but that's beside the point.
Although it's sweet an all, I have to admit to being just a tiny bit jealous of that smile she can't hide as they pretend to snooze for the camera. Also a little miffed that the K-Mart bed, rated for a child 50 pounds or less, held up without complaint during this particular exercise in silliness.
Go figure: I'm mad that something is actually worth the $50 I paid for it.
There I was, feeling all special (and petite) as I've been fitting my pregnant body into the tiny bed along with the veritable library of books and toys and other possessions the little miss has to have with her as she drifts off to the Land of Nodd. I squirm only a little while I read "Nate the Great," or "If I Ran the Circus," and I've sometimes even fallen asleep as I wait for sleep to catch up with her.
And all along it turns out the Incredible Hulk can sleep there, too. ...
Hmmmm I wonder if the doll's bed will hold me?
Yeah, on second thought ... better not.