maybe I'm biased

I find it hilarious that with child number one I ran, multiple times each night, down three flights of stairs to try to keep them in their big kid bed.   Child number two simply stands up on the bed as if the crib front is still there and cries until I go in.  I must say, it's definitely funnier in a don't-have-to-climb-three-flights-of-stairs sort of way.