reading in bed

I had thought Cael was sneaking into our bed to sleep after I put him down because of a need for parental comfort. “How sweet,” I sigh, as my heart melts a little. Instead, I just now deciphered, he is there for the light. He can turn our lamps on easier than his own and he needs light to read Curious George. I find him passed out, surrounded by books, with both bedside lamps on, his own room illuminated by an inadequate nightlight.