An hour later I crack open the door to check on them, fully expecting to see two little angels zonked out in their beds. Instead I don't see my boys at all. I do see the closet light on and the closet door open, with two little boys huddled together in the closet actually whispering(for some reason they don't know how to whisper at church) tearing into the shopping bags that were high on the closet shelf and ripping open their Christmas presents. I was pretty upset and they both went crawling back to bed in tears.
When I brought the bag of open toys out to show my parents and Matthew....they had a good laugh, I guess it's kind of funny....or maybe it will be after Christmas is over this year.
