Saturday, July 19, 2008

Horton Hears a ...

The family I live with got home later than usual from a long day out and about. It was past the boys' bedtime, and everyone looked like they'd had a thoroughly good time in the sun (and dirt). (Read as: they were exhausted and looked like they needed to head straight to bed.)

David got the boys bathed and into pajamas while Lisa and I closed windows and tidied up downstairs. As I walked up the stairs, I could hear all sorts of energetic squealing and noises you'd expect from wound-up 5-year-olds in the Jungle of Nool, not from boys who are about to drift lazily off to sleep.

Minding my own business as usual, I thought: Hmm, that does not sound like prescribed before bed activities. Just as I dismissed the thought, over the intercom comes the voice of reason: It's time for quiet, calm activities. I chuckled as I walked past the boys bedroom and heard David trying to come up with something quiet to do with the boys. All three seemed at a loss for a task that would be appropriately calm. They wanted to comply, but didn't know where to start.

Breaking protocol, I stopped minding my own business and offered to read a bed time story to the boys. Of course we found one of the longest books on the shelf: Horton Hears a Who, so part two is scheduled for tomorrow.
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