Tonight, as I type this, I finally hear quiet in the house. My children have drifted off to sleep. I never know how I will find them when I check on them before bed. They will usually be in the same bed, but at opposite ends. While I craved bunk beds as a child, my boys could care less about sleeping on the top bunk. There was talk before bed tonight of the floor possibly being more comfortable than their beds. This was due, I think, to the fact that their sleeping bags are out and even though I really couldn't see the idea forming in their head, I could almost see the light bulb going off above them.

I imagine tonight that I will find them, curled up in sleeping bags, in the middle of their "mythology school" fast asleep. They have taken it upon themselves to school the unsuspecting neighborhood children about all things related to Greek Mythology (No - thank YOU Lightening Thief). If they teach school any thing like I did when I was their age, there will be a time out corner, a strict behavior policy, and really great snacks. I can only hope that the neighborhood children's parents won't get too upset with my children teaching theirs about the polytheistic system of the ancient Greeks. My oldest son, Sid, has already had an interesting conversation with our Catholic neighbor's son.

Zeus - where are you when we need you?