The time displayed on the cable box when Simon entered the den last night. John and I were minding our own business, having a life after the boys went to bed, when we were interrupted. Now, the child is prone to insomnia, so we were looking for the signs. Clearly the child had not been sleeping as he didn't have that sleep-grogginess about him. Neither was he attempting to adjust his eyes to the blinding light in the den, which can only mean that he'd been up since the last parent turned out his light, at 8:30 p.m.
Simon confessed, then, that he'd been up all this time since we'd said good-night—listening to his Henry Huggins audiobook. For nearly three hours.
John and I exchanged knowing looks over Simon's head. As a night owl and a bookworm, this apple does not fall far from the tree.
Simon gave each of us a kiss and went straight to bed. I love son #1!
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