Party Every Night

Every night at our house there is a party. More specifically, there is a party in only one room of our house. The only ones invited are two little boys and the festivities usually die down long before nine o'clock. I don't normally mind since both my sons have no trouble waking up early and neither is in school yet. Besides, if they have to share a room, shouldn't they enjoy it? The other night, however, Ransom was especially tired and fell asleep around seven. Jericho went in to bed a little before eight and he came out crying. When I asked what was wrong he replied, "Ransom is asleep and I can't wake him up. I want to play with him!" Needless to say, we had a little talk about respecting other's need for sleep.