So it was bed time and my 9 year old scampers up the steps trying to be stealthy. I’m in the next room and my mother’s instinct says he’s been up to something. So I call out to him.
ME: What were you doing downstairs?
CONOR: Nothing. Um. Taking a stroll. What!!! I didn’t feel tired!”
ME: Come over here.
He walks to my bed and sits next to me.
ME: Breathe on me
CONOR: [holds his breath for as long as he can but then giggles it out in a big guff] What!
ME: Just as I suspect, peanut butter. You’ve had a peanut butter granola bar haven’t you?
CONOR: What! I didn’t have desert, ya know!
I sent him off the brush his teeth, again, and go to bed.
Taking a stroll my ass!