The other night we actually got Everett into bed "on time" (before 8) which happens about twice a month.
We were feeling pretty good about having a few hours of quiet before we went to bed.
About 10 minutes later the cutest little boy walks out of his bedroom and
says yells: "DAD!! DART!! DART, Boom SMASH!" all while running to grab the black light.
Translation: "Dad, it's dark now. Lets go smash scorpions."