I always wanted to stay up, but
Mom and Dad wouldn't let me.
Go to bed, they'd say.  I'd whine,
But Moooom ... Don't 'Mom' me,
she'd say, Now.  I'd mutter
myself up the stairs, twin sister

my shadow.  We'd brush our
teeth, change into our gowns,
crawl in the bed, and then the
fun would start.  One of us
(usually me) would say
something or do something

that would send the both of
us off the side of the bed in
giggleFITS  Karla!  Karen!  Go.
To.  Bed!  I don't want to tell
you again.  Yes, Ma'am.  Would
be quiet for a bit, and then,

*snert* *snorrrt*  WAH-HA HAA!
There we'd go.  thumpTHUMP
T H U M P!!!  UP the stairs Mom
would stomp, FLING open the
door, and her two angels were
sound asleep *snore*.  She'd

go back down.  Whisper:  You
awake?  Yeah.  *snerrrrt*
Shhhhhhhhh gigglegiggleHA
--- GO.  TO.  SLEEP.  NOW!!!!!!
Right outside the door.  How
did she --- Yes, Ma'am.  (Like we
 
could sleep.)  I know what, let's
read under the covers, Mom will
never know.  She always knew.
Our security blanket, flashlight
were confiscated, along with
the book:  GO.  TO.  SLEEP!!!!!

(c) 2010, Karla Dorman (8/4)