The other night my 6-year-old son was apparently having trouble falling asleep (possibly because he was reading by flashlight in his room instead of closing his eyes). He normally does not come out of his room once he's in bed, but this night was different.
It was around 10:30 when he made his appearance in the living room. There sat my husband and me on the couch eating our nightly snack, watching a bit of tv, and chatting about the day. We were busted, caught red-handed with tasty treats.