This is adorable! Reminds me of how my parents would come in to tell me it was time to go to bed after spending an hour reading, then “not realize it” when I would “so sneakily” turn my lamp back on and keep reading after I was sure they had gone. Thanks parents, for all of the super incognito things you do to point your kids in the right direction and make them think it was they who chose to go that direction. They might not realize it now (or ever), but someday your child might look back and realize how much you shaped their lives from the background.
I covered the lamp with my blanket. Mom was rather unhappy when the hot bulb singed it.
Later, while in college, I read in bed, too. Fell asleep, slept uneasy, moved a lot. Accidentally pulled the still burning ikea lamp by it's power cable down to my blanket. It slowly singed itself through the blanket to my mattress, melted the material 7 cm deep, which is when I woke up to a smoke filled room.
Hastily got out to the corridor. Went in again to open the window. Slowly, some of the other student's from that accomodation turned up. At that time, most were happy noone got killed. Next day, and the following days, i was - jokingly - informed, that at least a small singing of my skin or a few blisters would have made the lingering stench of singed foam mattress more acceptable for the rest. ;)
Reditnd971 on August 15th, 2020 at 13:39 UTC »
As someone who used to get grounded from reading (when I wouldn’t clean my room or play with my sister), bless you.
ineffably_ebullient on August 15th, 2020 at 13:43 UTC »
This is adorable! Reminds me of how my parents would come in to tell me it was time to go to bed after spending an hour reading, then “not realize it” when I would “so sneakily” turn my lamp back on and keep reading after I was sure they had gone. Thanks parents, for all of the super incognito things you do to point your kids in the right direction and make them think it was they who chose to go that direction. They might not realize it now (or ever), but someday your child might look back and realize how much you shaped their lives from the background.
Donnerdrummel on August 15th, 2020 at 14:00 UTC »
I covered the lamp with my blanket. Mom was rather unhappy when the hot bulb singed it.
Later, while in college, I read in bed, too. Fell asleep, slept uneasy, moved a lot. Accidentally pulled the still burning ikea lamp by it's power cable down to my blanket. It slowly singed itself through the blanket to my mattress, melted the material 7 cm deep, which is when I woke up to a smoke filled room.
Hastily got out to the corridor. Went in again to open the window. Slowly, some of the other student's from that accomodation turned up. At that time, most were happy noone got killed. Next day, and the following days, i was - jokingly - informed, that at least a small singing of my skin or a few blisters would have made the lingering stench of singed foam mattress more acceptable for the rest. ;)
You have got to love LEDs. :)