Cuddling.

Now that his legs end above where his knees would be, they fit right where my legs bend. So when we cuddle, I bend my knees until his thighs fit like a glove. We don't have to fight to get comfortable, because our legs don't get tangled down at the end of the bed. My feet hang out alone down there.

It's just the way it is. No more tangled legs. But we fit better, I guess. Glad I'm really small, too.