We're staying with Alix's parents, and Max is sleeping on a mattress on the floor in the same room Alix and I are sleeping in (Max was sharing a room with his sister, but she though that was too much fun).
I had the following conversation with Max as soon as I sat up in bed this morning:
Max: Papa, I have a question.
Max: Why do you and Mama have a big bed but my bed is not so big?
Me: Well, Mama and Papa are much taller than you are.
Max: I'm a little sad that my bed is not so big.