It's 8:30 in the evening and I'm sitting at the computer killing time so I stay up slightly later than most grandma's I know. Christopher is sitting on the couch with his laptop talking incessantly about the intricacies of some kind of smartphone thing. The voice hasn't stopped for, not kidding, about 20 minutes. So I say, "Honey, has it been talking about the same phone this whole time? Honey?......Hon...."
And as I turn around, I see Christopher's head turned away from his computer, mouth opened, no sign of consciousness.
And the voice continues.
I think maybe I should let him know he can go to bed now. I know some people believe you can absorb information while you're sleeping through osmosis or something equally ridiculous, but I don't really think it's necessary at this point.