I wrote a post years ago with the phrase “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree” and showed a photograph of E asleep amidst a stack of books. For years she fell asleep that way – sneaking a light on after lights out time, or just reading by the light of the hallway. Now she just falls asleep with one longer book splayed across her chest, as I’ve been known to do more than once.
Just recently we’ve discovered F is doing the same thing. “Sneaking” her light back on at night, reading to herself and the numerous friends in her bed, and then collapsing on top of the whole heap a bit later. And as many times as we might remind her to go to sleep, she’ll still manage to reach on tippy-toes to the light switch on the wall and make the evening reading time extend just a wee bit longer. Because she knows she won’t ever really get in trouble for doing what the rest of the apple tree loves best to do.