Persistence

Every day I tell him to get out of our bedroom. 

Every day he finds a new way in. 

He's even figured out how to pry certain doors open. 

When I tell him to get out, he gets ugly.

And threatens to eat his appendages. 

Then he digs his head in the blankets as though that makes him invisible. 

Telling him to get out breaks my heart every time. Just look at that face.

And...then...he tries to ignore me and go back to the same spot.