I just caught the kid reading in bed. Way past her bedtime. She obviously wasn't expecting me to come upstairs.
I can't be mad at her though. Why? Because not only is she reading but I used to do it too.
One of my most vivid memories growing up is reading a book past my bedtime. I rarely got caught. That only seemed to happen when my mom took the garbage out and saw that my window was slightly illuminated.
So, I can't get too cranky. Instead I popped in a book on CD for her to listen to. Maybe then she'll fall asleep.