Tonight we stayed up late, and Trey didn't go to bed until almost 9pm. He wanted me to read him a book, but I didn't want to turn the light on in his room so I told him I would make up stories. I told 2 stories, admittedly lame. One starred a boy named Ray and another a boy named Kay. Anyway...I finished, and Trey was silent for a while. Then he said "Mommy....is that all you know?" I said yes, my made-up stories were over. Trey then said "I think I like the real books better." ouch.