I know I should be more mad, but I'm just not.

It seems of late that our youngest is turning into a night owl.

He's good at going to bed on time, but its staying in bed that is key. But here's the kicker, Trent and I happily assume that he's sound asleep, but in reality the sneaky little boy is tip-toeing all around up stairs, either reading books in the play room or rocking the rocking chair in the pirate room. Occasionally he'll sneak into the sewing room and play with whatever is on the floor.

So imagine my surprise when Trent calmly and cooly came into our bedroom and first states

"I don't know what he's doing, but he had these"

and then proceeds to show me my very sharp scrapbooking scissors.

"Plus he's still awake."

I notice the clock, it reads five to 10pm. I'm curious, so I go in his room. "What did you do with the scissors bud?" His two year old gibberish says something and points to his head. He sits up. I see snips in the pillow case, its gone through to the actually pillow. Great I think. Then I notice little strips of paper. My detective work leads me to see that he's cut the tag off Sparky. Ok. Then he starts spouting off about something about his hair. Trent turns on the light. His pillow is decorated with little strands of hair, about an inch long. I look at his head, there is a noticeably shorter patch right on top.

Right I think.

I flip the pillow over, kiss the boy goodnight, turn and walk out of the room.