What The? O.M.Geee wiz child. Are you trying to send me to the nut house?

It is 9:30 at night. I read to them, sang to them, brushed their teeth, toileted, and kissed them good night WELL OVER AN HOUR AGO!!!

I was on my way to bed myself when I saw a strange light coming from under the door of the boys room. I thought that maybe I should check on them.

I opened the door and was almost clotheslined in the neck with the cord to the Brain's lamp. Long story short: he was sleeping on the top bunk tonight instead of his bed. Guess he had decided he needed his lamp to read by.

A little perturbed, but not too bothered I let him know that it was not ok to jimmy rig his lamp like that and I was going to put it back.

As I bent over to unplug the lamp

.... my eyes landed on Mr. Finger's bed. This is what I saw:

I was shocked, stunned, and livid all at the same time. He had taken all of his books off the book shelf, and all of the things on the floor and put them on his bed. But where was Fingers? I looked across the room, and there he was standing at the book shelf with some books in his hand. He had been caught red handed. He stood there in front of his empty book shelf like Bambi... staring at the headlights of my vehicle. I think he must have heard me coming down the hall and was trying to quickly undo the damage... yea buddy... nice try.

Have you ever been so mad, and so impressed, and so confused about something your kids have done? Felt all three of these emotions at the same time and carefully gaged your response? Only two options came to my mind: 1) Get raging mad and start the verbal assault, or 2) laugh.... I couldn't help myself and commenced with the latter.

"Why??? .... no wait, I don't even want to know." I'm sure there is no way to understand what he was thinking during the last hour and a half that he was supposed to be sleeping. Was he building his own tower of babel to get to heaven/the top bunk? Even if he tried to explain it to me I'm sure I just wouldn't get it.

I don't understand my children.

Then again, when I get so mad at them that I start laughing....

I'm sure they don't understand me either.