Right now I can hear my boys up stairs giggling. They think that they have secretly crept up the stairs with flashlights and duped me into thinking they are asleep, when really they are reading an extra chapter from Peter in the Star Catchers under the covers. Grant is reading aloud to Cole in between nervous laughter and I being in my office directly below his room can hear everything.
But if we are dealing in secrets tonight, then I carry the upper hand, as I love the fact that they like reading so much it's a special act of rebellion. So I will let them carry on for another half an hour before I make lots of noise walking to their bedrooms (giving them enough time to hide the aforementioned flashlights) and go to their door and shake my finger at them while telling them to "Please go to sleep".
Then I will kiss them on the top of their heads and wish them good night and I will grab the flash lights from under their pillows. Because while I like that reading is their way of rebellion it's also important for them to know that as their Mother I know everything about them, even their secrets.
It's a weekly tradition. And I love it.
