Parched

Last night we put our kids to bed and prepared to have some friends come over to play games and hang out. Our kids' bedtime is between 7:00 and 7:30 PM, which many find to be cruel and unusual. We have learned, however, that our children will rise long before 7:00 AM regardless of what time they went to bed; thus, bedtime is early around these parts.

We told the two older boys that since it was a Friday night, they could read in their beds for half an hour before they turned out the lights, but they could not come out of their rooms. They had their drinks and paid one last visit to the bathroom, we had family prayer, and they were off to bed.

Not ten minutes later, while we were still getting ready for guests, Kimball popped up and wanted another drink. We sent him back to bed with a warning that if he got up again, he'd lose his precious "screen time" for Saturday. (Since Fridays and Saturdays are the only days they get to play the Lego Star Wars video game, this would be a tragedy of epic proportions.) We knew that if we didn't nip this in the bud, he'd be up every ten minutes for hours, checking to see what we were doing under the guise of getting a drink.

Hours later, our friends had gone home and we were checking on each one of our kids. I love that time to cover them up and kiss their sweet, sleeping faces. Jared and I burst out laughing and laughed until we cried when we came to Kimball and Henry's room. Outside the door was a sign that Kimball had obviously made. You already know what a melodramatic child he can be.


Thankfully, when we entered the room, we found living, breathing children and not the promised skeletons, dying of thirst in a veritable desert! Hopefully he doesn't report us to CPS!:)