Last night we got the kids to bed around 8:45 after a long day in the heat — thankfully, a friend’s pool was a big part of our day.
At 9:00 I walked past the boys’ door on my way to the laundry room. The door was cracked and I could just see by the light of the nightlight my oldest son, hunched over his book, trying desperately to keep reading in the darkness.
I told him to go back to bed…that the nice thing about books is that you can walk away and not miss anything. They will still be there tomorrow.
“But Mom,” Cameron replied, “they’re just having their first Quidditch match.”
Oh, my dear son…I think you’ve finally been bitten by the bug.