Being short has its advantages. You can get taller people to reach things for you. You can still ride the kiddy rides with your children and you can fit, relatively comfortably, in a toddler car bed. Yes, I said *toddler* car bed.
Brandon, my almost 3-year-old, has the habit of getting up at precisely 1:19 am to retrieve me from my Queen-size bed and lead me to his much smaller place of rest. "Rest" really isn't the best choice of words for that toddler car bed, for rarely does real rest transpire. I'm about two inches too long (never thought I'd say *that* about my stature) to fully fit the confines of the bed. So I scrunch up, use a way-too-small child-size pillow, and try to make the best of it.
And something amazing happens every time I squeeze into bed with Brandon. He laughs, smiles, pats me and rolls over and goes to sleep. It makes the sore neck worth it.