Night Owl

DD loves to read.  She reads all.the.time.  She reads at least one chapter book a week.  Sometimes, two.  This week...FOUR!  When Drue reads, she wants it quiet.  Like, not a peep, quiet.  Like, "turn down the t.v. DAD!" quiet and "don't talk, DIG!" quiet. 

Well, last night she couldn't find a place in the house that was quiet enough.  I should clarify.  The fun places that I suggested weren't good enough or too far away from me or too scary.  The boys were watching the NFL draft in the living room.  I was cleaning the kitchen and doing dishes.  DD was now in tears because she needed to read! And truth be told, it was 8:15 p.m. and she was getting tired.  She had already read for at least an hour since coming home from school.

I suggested her bedroom...too far from the kitchen, too many windows, too scary at dark. 
I suggested making a nest out of blankets in the kitchen...evidently, I wash dishes too loudly.
I suggested sitting on a basement step...nope.
The sectional in the family room downstairs?...not havin' it.
How about MY bed?...mmm.no.

Outside?
"Ok."
Seriously, like it's not dark and scary OUTSIDE?? whatevs.   

Mind you, it's 8:20 p.m. and 50 degrees out, if that. 
So I made the nest of blankets in a chair on the front porch and the girl read out there for 25 minutes!
She knocked on the door and mouthed "I need a hat."

Her ears were cold.  But she got her book finished.  Fourth one of the week!

Dig with his popsicle, wondering, "what in the world?"