Asher has a habit of trying to read books in his pitch-black room after we put him to bed at night. So, about 15 minutes after I got the kids in bed, when I heard him talking (he reads aloud), I figured he was reading. I went upstairs, opened his door, & turned on the light.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Just singing a little bit, and praying to God,” he replied.
I couldn’t really fault him for that, so I just said goodnight again, & quietly closed the door.