Daine is back in his own bed, and he asked me to get rid of some toys that pat had done something to, I don't know what, but Daine has an association problem with them so out the door they go.
I told him that I am like that too, if something bad happens to me and I was around some thing, it brings back bad memories so I have to get rid of it. Like the alarm clock I used when we stayed with Cathy, I hate it now. It reminds me of hard times.
Since I moved his bed to the southwest corner of his room and took the loft legs off of it, he has slowly been going back to his room to play. The memories seem to be fading