Bed: 2 Laura: 0

Yes, that is the current score.  I'm in a contest with my bed.  I'm losing.  The other day Miles insisted that his "iPad" was under my bed.  I dug out everything of his that he'd stashed under my bed, but his "iPad" wasn't there.  He wasn't satisfied.  I rotated the bed 90 degrees to prove to him that the "iPad" was somewhere else.  Still not good enough.  I took the mattress and box spring off the frame so he could see for himself that, unquestionably, his "iPad" wasn't where he was insisting it was.  He was satisfied.  But now I had to put my bed back together.  While walking around the frame, I slammed into the corner of it with my shin.  It split open.  A lovely 3.5" long gash that was gaping open.  It was stitches worthy, but since I am a stitches wimp, I bandaged it up and limped to WalMart to buy some butterfly bandages.  I butterflied it together, wrapped it up, and called it good.  Back to the bed reassembly... So I needed to move the mattresses to an easier-to-reassemble location.  I moved the box spring without incident.  I was moving the floppy mattress and it fell into me, knocking me to the ground. I landed on the floor in the middle of the frame, but my left calf was on the frame and pinned between the frame and the mattress.  It took a bit of maneuvering to get my leg out.  I have an impressive calf bruise from that adventure.  Well, then I got help and put the bed back together easily.  So, my bed won that round 2 to 0.