We're slowly nudging Oliver out of our bed, and under Stella's. Some nights I just crash there, not wanting to wake David after I've been up doing whatever. Here's my view in the morning.
Eventually they realize I've heard every word and clank of cup and come to start the physical torture. Then, it's on/over.
Stella has been taking care of this stuffed bunny on her back for the past few days in a way akin to Lottie, from Humphrey's Bedtime. She's never been as much of a nurturer as she's become this summer. I suppose spending all this time with Oliver has something to do with that.