The trouble with bookworms

Oh, Abby. I know you love to read. And I know you love to sneak out of bed and read until the last slivers of daylight have slipped through your blinds.

And honestly, I have trouble reprimanding you for staying up way past your bedtime reading Alice and Wonderland and The Boxcar Children and your newest Encyclopedia of Astronomy. That's why we bought you the book light, Abby.

So that on nights like tonight, when you simply can't go to sleep until you've finished the whole book, you can read in your comfortable bed and nod off on your pillow, not on the floor where you collapsed when your eyes tired of straining to read by the dim light of the moon.

It's 10:30, Abby. Go to bed. Your book will still be there in the morning.