It was a tough day.

• The first Monday after changing the clocks back to standard time,
• walking the dog in the dark,
• little brother requested that we make cupcakes, which delayed dinner a bit,
• reading school library book about lighting, before finally…

we got to the much-anticipated next chapter of book 2, in the Harry Potter series!

You might be asking why a 6-year old is reading Harry Potter? we picked up the first book at a book swap last month at school, thinking that it might sit on a shelf for a couple of years until he was ready for it, but he wanted to try it. Before we knew it, we had finished it, and he wanted more. He doesn’t get it all, but he definitely is following it, and loves it.

So, tonight, after a very long day, and with pitch black outside, we started on the next chapter. Within one page, he eyes had closed, and he was out, but not completely, and before I’d even budged from his bed, his eyes popped back open, and he was insisting “Keep reading!”. I refused gently, reasoning that if I kept reading, he would just fall asleep, and not remember anything of what we’d read tonight. He threatened “I’ll cry!”, and, as I remained unmoved by that threat, he proceeded to wind himself up into a good sobbing wail.

Until, about 3 minutes or less later, he was out like a light.