We put the kids to bed a little before 8 tonight, hoping they'd sleep well since I am taking both to the movies in the morning. I then went downstairs and started picking up, did a little writing, and watched a bit of TV. I came upstairs around 10:15 pm and saw that my daughter's door was closed (she always sleeps with it open) and the light was shining through underneath the door frame. I opened the door and found my daughter "reading" a bazillion books to her dozens of dolls.
Me: Hey, what are you doing? You're supposed to be asleep?
Her: I wasn't really tired, so I thought I'd read a bit.
Me: Sweetheart you really need to get to bed. We have a busy day tomorrow.
Her: Well, I have to finish reading to all my babies. They really like it when I read to them.
Then I watched her finish "reading" the stories, tuck them all in, and then go to sleep. If she doesn't sleep past 7 am tomorrow there is no hope!