We found this photo in the old album and remember exactly how it came to be. We had one little stuffed lamb that we always slept with, but inevitably, every night we'd look over and see another doll or stuffed animal looking sad and abandoned and get out of bed and get him or her. This would happen another ten or so times until we had every doll and stuffed animal in the bed with us and could barely move. We felt it was a sacrifice we had to make so that no one would be lonely.
We really enjoyed hearing your sleep walking stories; any stories about sleeping companions?