I remember trying to help my mother put the sheets and blankets on my parents’ king-size bed. Usually we got about two sheet corners in and she would throw up her hands with a laugh then toss the rest of the bedding on top of me in exasperation! I loved being tucked away between the layers, with light peeking in around the edges or sifted through the sheets themselves.
Being a kid is fun. I remember that, and take joy in seeing my own child having fun, especially with our bed sheets.