Sometimes in the morning, Margaret and/or Ellie like to come to our bed and snuggle, which is very nice and cuddly and pleasant and all that, but is also full of knees and elbows and fighting. Ellie has also taken to bringing her pillow, her blanket, her bunny, and her collection of pacifiers with her, which adds to the bulk of the invasion.
Yesterday, Leo and I had to admit defeat and flee.
It seems to me that they really miss us. A lot. Wouldn't you think?