Every Tuesday night, the youth meet at our church for a group activity. Usually Jamie goes because he is in the Bishopric but since I work with the Young Women, I try to get there as often as possible. If one of us remains behind, we’re on bedtime duty for the kids.
Or at least we’re supposed to be.
Tuesday night, Jamie had to work (surprise, surprise) so he stayed home with the kids while I played wallyball. When I arrived home about a half-hour after their bedtime, I was surprised to see them sitting on the couch, TV blasting, unshowered and obviously unchaperoned.
“Why are you still awake?!!!”
“Daddy didn’t say it was bedtime!”
“What have you been doing this whole time?”
“Eating cookies and watching TV.”
Sometimes honesty is not always the best policy.
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