...well, it wasn't midnight, exactly...but it was after bedtime.
I put the girls to bed last night, and headed downstairs, as usual, to catch up on some news. The monitor in the basement stays on, and I didn't hear anything -- also, as usual -- for a good 15 minutes.
Then I thought I heard something. And then I heard it again.
The girls were talking, by then a full 20 minutes after I'd left them for bed.
That's not the way it works in our house. I tell them goodnight. They go to sleep. Right???
I'll admit I was aggravated. I didn't hear them bickering -- which occasionally is the case, especially if one wants to go to sleep and is hindered in some way by the other -- but there was definitely conversation happening.
As I neared the top of the stairs outside their room, I paused. I decided to listen to see what was the cause of the not-sleeping. I crept just outside their door and put my ear to their door frame.
"...that's what I thought, too!"
"...and you know the part where XYZ? I didn't really get why ABC..."
"...and I pictured him making a really mean face! Hahaha!"
"...yes, that was cool!"
I opened the door very slowly. B gasped to A, "It's Mommy!"
"Are you having a book club meeting?" I asked them through a big smile I didn't even try to hide.
"YES!" They both giggled.
I told them how happy it made me to hear them discussing a book. ("We do it all the time!" A told me.) I gave them both big hugs and kisses, reminded them by then it was FAR past bedtime, and that they needed to conduct the rest of their meeting the next day.
I don't think I heard anymore discussion over the monitor. But I went to bed smiling myself at the sweetness I got to witness.