Maddie and Katie are good kids. They (usually) follow the rules, and they (usually) do as they are told. They (always) have kind hearts. Maddie is extraordinarily good. Whereas Katie is equal parts of sweetness and sass, Maddie has very little sass. As a matter of fact, my friends frequently joke about Maddie’s halo. She’s that good. So, you can imagine my surprise when Maddie broke a golden rule in our house: Bedtime is bedtime. (No getting out of bed, no silly business, lights out, night-night, see you in the morning.)
I should have been suspicious when I started finding books in Maddie’s bed on some mornings. Every now and again, I’d lift up a pillow in order to tuck in the sheet and a book would fall out.
I should have been suspicious when Maddie fell in love with Babymouse. Here is a video I took the other day of Maddie walking to the car:
I should have been suspicious when Maddie told us over breakfast one morning, “I stayed up all night last night.”
I should have been suspicious, but I wasn’t.
Instead I was caught off guard the other evening when I went into Maddie’s bedroom long after we had said goodnight. Like I said, we have a rule in our house that bedtime is bedtime. (No getting out bed, no silly business, lights out, night-night, see you in the morning.) I quietly opened her door for fear that I might wake her. And that’s when I found her… reading.
Maddie had propped her Pillow Pet Dream Light against her headboard, and she was using the scant light to illuminate the pages of Babymouse: Our Hero. The book was open, and there was Maddie, lost between its pages. She startled when she saw my shadow on the wall. “Oh. Hi, Mommy. Um, I’m reading,” she explained sheepishly. “This is what I do at night after you put me to bed. I read.”
Turns out Maddie doesn’t always follow the rules.
(And I couldn’t be prouder.)