Late-Night Prowler

The other night I was so close to nice, deep sleep, and I was startled by a strange noise. It sounded like a cartoon or something. I listened again and heard nothing, so I figured I had dreamt it or it was just my imagination. However, a few minutes later, I heard it again. And it sounded an awful lot like Mickey Mouse talking. . . hmm. . .

Our little boy has a Mickey Mouse flashlight in his room that "talks." Giving our angel the benefit of the doubt, I figured he rolled on it in his sleep and thought I'd better go move it so it wouldn't wake him up, too. I opened the door to my bedroom, and. . . my angel, wide awake (with his flashlight) was about to enter the babies' bedroom. He wanted to go "look at the babies." In the middle of the night. And he did not look tired at all. And he did not understand why I would not let him go look at the babies. . .

Sigh.

A mother's job never ends. . . even after bedtime.