We padded the floor, tucked him in well, settled him down nicely, blah blah blah.
3am, in runs a small boy 'Mummy! A scary fing!'
Cue restless hours of being lay upon and squawking 'pleeeeeeeeeeeeeese go to sleep, darling' until DH relented and took him down to park in front of the telly.
Tonight, then, what should my plan be?