Cade, you make us laugh!  Before I recount today's anecdote, let me give you a bit of back story.  First and foremost, you are obsessed with cartoons.  They are like kiddie crack to you.  When you watch too much, your personality changes and you become whiny, demanding, and generally unpleasant to be around.  As a result, Daddy and I have always limited your screen time.  Additionally, if we didn't regulate your wake up time and insist that you stay in your room, in bed, until 8am, you'd be up at 6am.  Let's take a wild guess what you'd be doing at 6am?  You've got it...watching cartoons.  With all of this said, here's what happened this morning.  It's Sunday.  I am scheduled to volunteer teaching a Pre-K Sunday school class.  I set my alarm for 7:20am to give myself plenty of time to get ready, eat a leisurely breakfast and get you boys ready for church.  When my alarm goes off, I realize that both of our bedroom doors are closed- something that you do when you wake up so that Daddy and I can sleep in peace.  Very kind, right?  Well, most would say yes, but I know you and I know that something's up.  At first, I think you have left your room early and come downstairs to watch cartoons.  Kiddie crack, I tell you!  I open our bedroom door and guess what?  I hear you in your room.  You give just a little cough, but it's enough to assure me that you're still in bed.  I am relieved.  My boy has not disobeyed, as I had immediately thought.  So, I proceed to get myself ready for Sunday school.  When I come downstairs, though, to make my cup of morning coffee, I notice that the iPad isn't plugged into it's usual cord on the kitchen counter.  I know, now, exactly what you are doing.  You are indulging in cartoons, on the iPad, in your bed.  I'm sure you're thinking, "It's Sunday morning.  I'm allowed to watch a cartoon or two on weekend mornings.  I'm being so quiet and I even, kindly, closed their bedroom doors so that they won't be awoken by my shuffling around.  I'm really not doing anything THAT wrong, am I?"  I go back upstairs, open your bedroom door and my suspicions are confirmed.  There you are, wide awake, watching your kiddie crack on the iPad.  You smile and say, "Good morning, Mom!"  You seem oddly proud of yourself and frankly, you should be.  You are one smart and resourceful little man!  But, I can't tell you that I'm proud of you for finding a way to get what you want without breaking too many family rules.  Instead, I take the iPad away and explain that you will not watch any cartoons for the rest of the day (too bad that it's the weekend and you're usually allowed an hour or so of cartoons).  You cry, but ultimately understand that what you did wasn't right and that the consequence is fair.  Someday, when you read this post as an adult, you will learn of the secret pride that I took in your resourcefulness.  I love that quality in you!