Our kids like to take books and toys to bed with them at night. That's fine, we have no problem with that. Whatever keeps them in their beds. However, we do have one rule: no library books. We have approximately 1,582 books in our house. They don't have to take the library books to bed with them. I don't have a problem with them reading the books in bed; the problem comes after they fall asleep but before we wake them up to use the bathroom around midnight. If one of them wets the bed or overflows the nighttime pull-up - both scenarios being real possibilities - then we have to buy the library YET ANOTHER replacement book, and at the rate that we have to do that, I am sure our name is on a list somewhere at our local library. So, for the sake of the checking account and our library's good graces, the rule is no library books in bed.
Tonight, as Sean was putting the kids to bed, Anna wanted to take a book called Three Little Bears Play All Day to bed with her. This has been one of the favorite books for the kids lately; however, it is a library book, so Sean explained once again that she couldn't take it to bed with her. A little while later, the kids called for him to come to their room, and upon his arrival they informed him that the "Bear book" had fallen behind Anna's bed.
My husband is a pretty smart guy, so he put two and two together and realized that if the book was behind Anna's bed, this must mean that at some point it had been in Anna's bed. Putting on his best stern Daddy face and voice, he said, "Now Anna, why was this book in your bed to begin with? You know we are not supposed to have library books in bed."
"I don't want to call it a library book anymore."
Oh to live in Anna's world.