Trevor got home on Tuesday night after 10 days in Shanghai. At 8 o'clock we put the kids in bed, as per our usual schedule. Trevor was so tired and jet lagged, that he wanted to go ahead and hit the sack too. It was still light outside, but we didn't care and we started making our way through the house, turning out lights and locking doors.
When we finally made it to bed, we were enjoying some close, marital bonding when all of the sudden there was a small head next to my pillow. We froze (luckily under the covers for the most part) when we heard Gracie's little voice ask,
Mommy? Why aren't you wearing any pajamas?
Now I realize this might be more information than anyone needed, but I was crying I was laughing so hard. She proceeded to ask us what we were doing, and Trevor told her we were wrestling. This just made me laugh harder, so I didn't actually see her leave the bedroom.
Just for reference, Trevor installed a motion sensitive light in our hallway when we moved in. It makes it easy to know when the kids get up at night, and it's nice to never have to turn on the hall light. Since the kids are still little, we sleep with our door open so we can hear (and see) them at night. We've never had the problem of being, ahem, interrupted, because the light always gives us enough warning, and they are typically in a deep sleep by the time we got to bed. Unfortunately, the fact that it was still light outside made the hall light less noticeable and thus we were discovered.
Later, we were reading in bed, and we saw the light come back on. Gracie peeked around the corner and asked,
Are you finished wrestling?
Oh yes. She did. All we could say later was thank goodness it wasn't Nathan. I doubt very seriously that we could have brushed the 7 year old off so easily. I guess we have entered the phase of closing and locking our bedroom door when we want to be alone. Or get rid of the kids...wait, no. They're too useful for getting the remote control and fetching drinks.