I died laughing when I saw this!
Mostly because this exact scenario happens every.single.night. at our house!
And I am the perpetrator.
The only difference is that ours would looks more like this:
It's every night, I tell you!
My husband doesn't understand why I can't just put my feet on the floor and pick it up.
And honestly, I don't understand it either.
The truth is, there is no logic.
I'm going to blame it on the age-old problem of monsters under the bed.
But all I know is that while I'm hanging off the bed, he's there holding my feet!
That's what they call, "true love".
I'll take either one.