As a result, T. was on the queen size mattress on the floor (predictably, sideways in the exact center of the bed). But hey, there's a perfectly good twin right there, so I went to sleep on that one.
2 a.m. came and 2 a.m. went. There was some movement on the other bed, but T. did not get out of it and did not climb in next to me until 7:45 a.m.
We may be on to something here. I can always have A. in the moses basket on the floor for the first few weeks if I don't want her next to me on the twin. If that prophet is compelled to unite with the mountain, go hang out on the foothill if you need to avoid him, right?