Land of the Rising Sons

I woke up last night at 3:00 a.m. to use the toilet and was greeted by the soft blue glow of the moonlight. But when I cleared my eyes, it was revealed to me that the moonlight was emanating from our family room downstairs. Given that my limited knowledge of astronomy suggested moonlight should be coming from outside the house, not from the inside, I went to investigate.

I found my two sons curled up together, on a chair, under a blanket, watching a video, at 3 o'clock in the morning.

I then proceeded to ask all the usual stupid questions:

"What do you think you're doing?"
"Do you know what time it is?"
"Do we need to seek professional help for your complete lack of cranial function?"

To which they gave me all the usual stupid answers:

"Watching Scooby-doo."
"We couldn't sleep."
"We thought it would be OK."
"Are you going to watch with us?"

After putting them back to bed and crawling back in myself, Kerrie awoke and asked what the noise was all about. When I told her they were watching television, she replied:

"What do they think they were doing? Do they know what time it is? Do we need to seek professional help for their complete lack of cranial function?"