The following is a recap of the events that occurred the evening of Monday, January 27th:
It’s getting late and I’m starting to get upset at Bubba… I put him to bed quite a while ago, and I just heard him moving around out of his bed – AGAIN!
As I walk to his bedroom, I can’t help but think, “This is the third time I’ve had to go to his room and tell him to lay back down! I’m getting sick of all this playing around when he should be sleeping!”
I open the door, turn on the light, and enter the room. At this point, I am planning on using my “teacher-face” and scolding Bubba (because I expect to catch him playing with his toys)… but minutes later I’m walking away from his room with a huge smile on my face.
What happened? Well… when the light went on, I saw exactly what he was doing – he was at one of his bookshelves trying to pick out a book so he could bring it back to his bed and “read” it with his reading lamp!
The look on his face was priceless… It was as if I caught him with his hand in the cookie jar! He ran straight back into his bed, tried to get rid of the evidence that he was using his reading lamp, and pulled the covers up over his head.
At this point, how could I be upset?! I walked over, pulled the covers down from his head, and gave him a big kiss on the forehead before turning out the light and walking away.
I’m sure he thought (and still thinks) that he was in big trouble because I caught him out of bed… but in all honesty, I couldn’t have been happier! If he ends up being one of those kids who stays up late reading a book under his covers with a flashlight, I’ll be one proud papa!