You Don’t Get In Trouble For That

Last night an hour after bedtime, the Computer Guy and I heard the sound of voices from upstairs.  At least two of the boys were not asleep.  After a quick game of “not me!”, it was decided that I should be the lucky one to go put them back to bed. ( I’m not a fan of that.  The stairs are steep.  There are a lot of them.  It’s dark at night.  There are vampires in the dark.  The usual complaints.)  As I got to the top of the stairs, I could see a light on in the bedroom of #’s 2 and 6.

“I’m going to kill them,” their loving mother muttered.  “Why can’t they just go to sleep like normal people?”

I felt myself getting more irritated the closer I got to their room.  #6 is only 2.  What was his brother thinking to be playing with him so late?  He’s not so fun on too little sleep.

I adjusted my face into the mommy “I’m not happy and you might die” scowl and opened their door.

There in front of me were both of my sons curled up under the covers of the elder one’s bed.  The two year old was holding a rosary in his chubby hands and repeating the words of his brother. “…lead all souls to Heaven, especially those in most need of thy Mercy,” he said in his sweet little boy voice.

“What’s going on guys?” their humbled mother asked.

#2 looked a bit embarrassed to be caught breaking rules and answered, “He was scared of the rain and lightning, so we’re praying the rosary, but I can’t remember the 5th sorrowful mystery.”

“Crucifixion.”

“I thought so. Is it okay if we finish before we turn out the lights?”

I told him yes and closed the door behind me. 

We’re pretty strict at enforcing bedtimes, but praying with your little brother?  Yeah.  You don’t get in trouble for that.