Tonight I lost my son

And it kind of freaked me out a little.  I'd turned out all the lights, gone to the bedroom and given Emma her medication.  I turned on the baby monitor only to hear it beep that there was no device on the other end... the power had gone out and the monitors needed to be turned back on.  So I ventured back out (and yes I turned my computer back on to post this).

I went into the boys' room and looked in on Kristopher and Micah.  Except Kristopher wasn't there.  I moved his blankets wadded up at the foot of the bed and looked on the floor- in his closet area where I might not have seen him on my way in- on the top bunk.  Nowhere.  I turned the monitor on and left the room.

My mind was reeling... where could he be?  And I figured he must have gotten up when I turned off the TV in the family room and he was probably in the office with Mike.  We had to have just missed each other when I went back to my bedroom.  He couldn't be anywhere else... I'd been on the couch in the family room for quite some time (Lazy, I know!).

I went into Brianna's room and turned on her monitor and found... Kristopher.  Curled up in the spare twin bed in the girls' room.  Wrapped around a book.  He had his books taken away tonight and sneaky Mr. K went and found somewhere else to read.  Not only that... my kid snuck out of bed, into his sister's room, and got away with turning on the hallway light to read...THE BIBLE?