I did it. My father did it. My mom probably even did it, though I don’t specifically remember doing it.
And last night, Book Boy did it for the first time.
I’m referring to reading, of course – staying-up-until-you-can’t-keep-your-eyes-open reading.
He was reading The Lightning Thief (the first in the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series). He started it Monday night when I brought it home from the library, but read the vast majority of the book last night after dinner. We already knew that school was canceled today due to weather, so as usually we told him he could stay up reading as late as he wanted. Usually that means 9:30 or 10.
But last night, he was determined to finish the book – all 300 or so pages that he had left to read. He didn’t make it all the way through, but did read until 11:30 when he practically collapsed on the couch.
Now, that’s not completely surprising, considering that there’s a family history of staying up late reading. I can remember my dad reading until 4 a.m. or later just to finish a book, and I used to stay up until 1 a.m. reading even though I had to get up for work at 5:15.
But … today, BB got UP at 6:00 to finish his book! I never did that.
Now we just have to wait for book #2 to come in at the library. (Poor kid is #8 on the waiting list.)