Around 3 a.m. I woke to all the lights in the house on. Fearing someone was up sick again, I called out to The Boy. Except he wasn't sick. Oh no. Not the least bit.
I walked down the hall to find him in the living room. He'd turned on all the lights in the house, found the remote, searched for the DVR'd Polar Express, gotten his train, and proceeded to act out his favorite scene. All in the middle of the night.

I asked just what possessed him to do so in the middle of the night.
He replied,
Well I woke up and I saw dis commercial and then I had to go watch my favorite part.
Oh. I see. Well MY BAD for stopping you and sending you back to bed while requesting you keep such activity to times when THE SUN IS UP PLEASE. Ahem.
Needless to say we slept in this morning.