"Moo-ooom? I'm stuck!"

Not exactly the phrase any mother wants to hear on saturday morning.

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My kids were playing in my son's room, while I was vacumming the floors.

I turned off the vac to move some obstacles, and I hear faintly from the other end of the house, a whine,which could only belong to son.

"but I'll never move again!"

The sound of his voice was more what made me investigate.

He sounded scared.

My daughter comes flying out of the room as I enter,

"Um, Mom? I don't know..."

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I enter the room, and do a quick scan, to find son.

Then I HAD to laugh.

He had somehow wedged himself between the wall and the headboard of the bottom bunk bed.

He was kneeling, his knees between the slats of the headboard, his arms over the top.

"moo-om? Mommy! I'm stuck !"

oh dear God. How the heck did you get IN there?

So I do another quick check- can you breathe ok, not smooshed?

nope not smooshed, just can't get his legs out.

are you hurt?

no, just stuck!

(at this point I will admit to thinking about getting a camera, but son's little face looked so worried, I didn't dare to leave the room again once in.)

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NOW it somewhat stops being funny, because I am a small person.

I weigh around 110 pounds, soaking wet.

I know for a fact this bunk bed is heavy.

Its a thick, oak frame, and took Husband and I a total of 4 hours to move the thing from one room to another because of the weight.

No, I'm not sure I can pull it away from the wall, to free my son.

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Of course at this point, the list goes through my head.

Who the heck do you call?

Husband is with out with potential customers.

Son's not hurt -to need an ambulance, or a police officer .

OH heck with it, lets give 'er a try.

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It's true what they say about a parent's abilty to find super strength when their child is concerned.

I planted my feet the best I could ( I could forsee myself sliding and whacking myself on the bedframe) and leaned back, yank, yank, yank...

"is it moving buddy?"

kinda shakin momma. not alot.

poop.

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ok, HEAVE this time, twice, and got the bed to budge.

Son slithers up the wall and over the frame.

Free at last...

He climbs down from the bed and comes to me, gives me a great big hug...

"mama, thank you for saving me!"

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I think the back and leg pain I'll have the rest of the day was worth it !

Of course, now that he's out ,its funny again.

I pushed the bed back into place- which, by the way was MUCH easier than pulling-

and looked at the space he had been stuck in.

There was only about 2 0r 3 inches between the board and the wall.

I know the boy is small for his age, and yes, a bit skinny,

but WOW.

He claims it was to be his 'jail', and he was going to just stand back there.

but his legs got stuck, and it really DID become a jail.

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