It happens almost every night after I tuck her in.
*thump thump thump*
It continues for at least a half an hour, sometimes extending to as long as an hour.
*thump thumpity thud*
What I find when I go in changes regularly, and on the nights I don’t go in, there’s always proof of her thumping in the night come morning.
My kid? Is a sneaky reader.
Some nights I go in to her huddled down in front of her bookshelf, flashlight in hand. She stands up quickly with a “WHAT ‘ER DOIN’ MOM?” look of guilt on her face. I simply smile, kiss her on the forehead and tell her not to stay up too late.
Other nights I go in to a giant glowing lump on her bed where she has huddled under her thick quilt with a book and her flashlight.
My favorite scene to enter in on is when she’s sitting upright in bed, hears the door opening and throws her book across the room in an attempt to maintain innocence. (I had to ask her to throw the books towards the end of her bed, they were hitting the wall and waking Vivi up, not to mention books don’t like to be airborne.)
While she’s at school I’ll make a quick sweep through her room to make sure there isn’t any funny business (six-year-olds and funny business, they go together) and I will generally find a pile of a half dozen books that have been read, tossed at her feet and piled between her bed frame and mattress.
Before she could read she would sing herself to sleep. We lived in a tiny tissue paper walled apartment during the singing phase.
Nowadays if she can’t fall asleep she reads. Just like I do. It’s so, grown up.
But that she still feels ‘busted’ when I come in and check on her? Proves she’s still my little Addie.
Do you have a sneaky bookworm in your house?