Bedtime Play

Steve and I are sitting at our table. He is paying bills. I'm addressing Christmas cards. Quincy is sleeping, Titus is supposed to be also. We keep hearing him up through the open hallway. I've gone up twice, each time taking something from his room as punishment.

I heard him again and went up. He was in his room with the door open a crack. I walked in and he looks at me and says,

"I have all this work to do in my restaurant. And people are coming in and they're hungry. And I have all this work to do."

How can I yell at him and his imagination? I can't. So up there he is. Talking to himself...or maybe to his patrons. :)