Poor Milo. Bad enough that Mama and Papa leave him "to go to work," which he actually only seems to mind for effect, since he loves his babysitter. Worse still that Mama leaves him for a whole week of work travel. And then, when she gets back, she's so sick she has to stay in bed. For days. Most waking hours, he'd jump up on the bed, and ask, "Are you sick, Mommy?" And a froggy-voiced Mama would say, "Yes, Milo, I'm still sick."

Sometimes, his "friends" would join us on the bed. Sometimes, some books or knights or dragons or musical instruments.

And, one day, we took a taxi up to Gran'mama and Gran'papa's apartment, sick and all...

And ended up taking a nap in their big bed.

Someone's been sleeping in my bed, said the Papa Bear. Someone's been sleeping in my bed, said the Mama Bear. Someone's been sleeping in my bed, said the Baby Milo Bear. (Chorus) "And she's STILL THERE!"