The scene, middle of the night, my bedroom. Hubby comes into the room from the bathroom to find Tank in our bed.
Hubby: "hey, what are you doing in my bed, where am I going to sleep?"
Tank: (pointing to the edge of the bed) "you can sleep there"
Hubby: "I don't fit there, I need more space."
Tank: "well if you didn't drink so much soda you would fit."
*hubby squeezes onto the edge of the bed mumbling somthing about stupid kids speaking the truth*