Cooper has been in the habit of reading in his bed at night with his dinosaur flashlight. So I kept hearing the roaring of the flashlight well past 9 pm, but didn't think anything about it.
J went in to check on him before bed. He came in our room and said "I'm going to need your help." Cooper had taken a box of Q-tips and his overnight bag with shampoo, lotion, etc out of his chest and had them in bed with him. Luckily, he didn't open any of the containers ... this time. Q-tips were everywhere.
Again, it's never dull.