I went to bed at 2.30 a.m. the other day. Just as I laid my head on the pillow, hubby got up. He went downstairs. Maybe he was getting a drink of water.
For some reason I couldn't sleep. I waited for him to come up but the minutes ticked by, and still there was no sign of him. "Was he having trouble at work that's keeping him from sleeping?" I thought to myself before eventually drifting off to lala land.
A few days later, I asked him, "Why were you up at three the other day?"
No. 1 replied on his behalf, "Watching football."
I should have known!
"And how did you know? Were you watching too?"
Father and son smiled deviously. And this is the same father who's badgering the son to study, study, study for his PMR. It's also the same father who threw dirty looks at mother and daughter who stay up till midnight to watch The Apprentice.