The paying of the rent, mortgage, etc and the buying of the food clothes etc and the cooking of said food, coupled with the driving to and from... everywhere and all various associated things that go along with that entitle me to unilateral right and privilege to push any child I find on my side of the bed into the middle. Then they get to listen to my snoring. If they don't like it then too bad, they can go back to their own bed.
That's why I got them beds that look like racecars and pirate ships, so they stay out of mine.
But they can sleep in my bed too if they want

I like having them near and all that mushy stuff.