Your son has gone to sleep with all his new toys under his pillow.
He always puts all his new or most highly favoured toys under his pillow.
You don’t know why. You have never asked him why. You don’t know why you have never asked him why.
It may not have been the best idea tonight though.
He’s up to a total of eight. What with his haul of yesterday and a previously agreed reward for getting five stickers at school.*
You predict a yell at 3am when he rolls over and hits the horns on the freshly bought cow toy.
*The Star has become quite the sticker-holic. No good can come of this.