Imagine my surprise to find Lincoln in the middle of our bed babbling some kind of nonsense at around 2:00 in the morning. I was so tired I just rolled over and went back to sleep. A short while later I hear Dave, "What the..." as he rolled into Lincoln. Ha! Ha! So Dave got up and moved him back into his own bed.
About 4:00 Dave and I shoot out of bed to the sound of Lincoln screaming, running down the hallway, opening the door to the garage, and running right out. He was out the door before either of us were out of the bed. So scary!
When Dave got to him and picked him up he stopped crying and was out. So weird.