I know I said a while ago that we were converting Voldemort’s bed that day, but I lied, as we didn’t get around to converting it until today.
Tonight, actually.
Like, ten minutes before bedtime, Brandus poked at the railing thoughtfully and said, “huh. go get my screwdriver,” and then suddenly the Dark Lord is throwing himself on the mattress and saying, “big boy bed! big boy bed!”
Of course, minutes later, every time I told him to get into bed, he climbed up, laid down, and cried.
This could take a while.