"That is when he realized that his friend Bas had been kidnapped. Poor Maarten started to get worried, very worried indeed. When he turned around to look for Bas, that is when the dark mysterious man grabbed him too, pulling him forcefully in the car. The door slammed shut and the tires squealed. There they both were, Bas and himself sitting on the back seat of the old and rusted car. The kidnapper laughing a terrible laugh, speeding away with them both locked inside..."
I could not remember when the last time was that little Maarten had slept in the bed between Thea and me, but it had certainly been at least a couple of years ago. At least that had been the last time he had awakened from a nightmare so startling that he was too scared to remain in his own bed.
In case you don't know, it is always much safer (and more comfortable) sleeping under the warm soft covers in bed between your loving parents.
I kind of liked it too.