Ugh. Three days later I’m still painting York’s room. He was semi-suprised to be by himself and is thrilled to sleep without anyone “breathing weird” or touching his sacred Legos/Nerf guns/Star Wars junk.
I still haven’t been able to find any attractive, cheap bedding. So York is using an ugly polarfleece blanket with dancing penguins on it that I won at Bunco.