Last Friday, I asked the boys to sleep early. For the past few days, they have slept rather late because I let them play real big time! Their usual sleep during the Christmas break was always past midnight.
After their milk, the kids went upstairs. Time for me to retreat as well. Then I heard laughter. And more laughter. Laughter from the boys’ bedroom. I marched toward their room and I saw the three boys sleeping (the other one, giggling with eyes closed).
I went back to my room. ThenI heard more laughter. I tiptoed going to their room and heard the boys conversation: