The tell-tale noises of a two-year-old who's been in his bed for over 30 minutes and is refusing to succumb to the sleep he so desperately needs.
The music on his CD player had ended and we'd followed every 'nap-time' ritual. And he was still moving, kicking,
I walked down the hall, and opened his door, expecting to see some guilty evidence of trucks, puppets, or even crayons in his bed.
Instead, I saw this:
Now, what's a mom to say to that?
Son, stop reading your Bible--NOW!!
I walked away.