Before the worst

I remember when I first got my own bedroom. My brother (my hero) left home to join the Royal Marine Commandoes when I was six. What that meant for me was my very own room. I was asked by Mum how I'd like to decorate it. I was horrified. Why would I want to decorate over the wallpaper with the fabulous cars on it? It was perfect just as it was. And now it was mine!
Tonight I've taken Miniman's Thomas toddler bed & the existing double bed down out of his room in preparation for tomorrow when, with a little help from a friendly neighbour he'll be getting the bunk beds he asked for just after Christmas. It's taken him three star charts of good behaviour to get to this point but when his Nana (where he's staying tonight) tells him she's awarding him his final star tomorrow he'll know he's earned his new room. What he won't know is it will be waiting for him when he gets home.