thief in the night

dear emily,

like most children, ours would tumble out of their beds
as the sun arose.  if ever they slept in, i had a pretty good
suspicion about the cause.  one morning after an unusually
long quiet time, i looked around for an urchin.  not finding
any, i then sauntered back to my bathroom.

hans was sleepily shaving....hmm

"honey, do you think it's a little strange that every single
child in this house is still asleep at 7:15?"

he opened his eyes a little wider, pretending shock.

"is there anything you would like to tell me?"

eyes looking furtively left to right, head shaking
innocently, "no..."

"you know that when your little conspirators wake up,
all sweet and vulnerable, they will give you up in a
heartbeat.  you might as well confess now.  it will go
much easier for you that way."

he was beginning to break  into a sweat.  i had him right
where i wanted him.

"what do you think the neighbors are saying about you
sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night?  how
do you think that makes me look?"

"ok, ok, i confess!  the kids and i made a midnight donut
run!"

"did you bring me any of those cinnamon ones?"

oh yeah,
lea

ps.  "they feast on the abundance of your house."  psalm 36:8