I've been hearing his tell-tale thumps and bumps intermittently for over an hour now, but I haven't gone up and busted him. Why not? Well, it's the summer, for one thing, and he doesn't have camp this week so it's not the end of the world if he sleeps in a little. Plus, it's kind of cute. He has no idea I'm letting him get away with it. In a few minutes I'll head upstairs, and I'll take away his book and whatever contraption is illuminating it, but for now I'll let him be a 9-year-old boy reading a good book under the covers on a hot summer night.
I can't believe my little Lars is 9 1/2 already! Wasn't he a bald little 2-year-old just the other day?
I thought he looked like a miniature Fraser Crane at that stage, with the little wispy curls around the sides and back, and a shiny little bald dome on top.
Okay, 12:30 AM is late enough for a rising 4th grader to be awake, don't you think? Time to go enforce the law of bed time!