Washington Post
There are nights when Jane Hopkins feels like a sleep cop.
She will climb out of her bed in the wee hours to see whether her teenage sons are really asleep. If she spies them still awake, playing on the computer or the PlayStation3 in the basement of their College Park home, she will insist: It's time for bed. It was timehours ago.
There are nights when Jane Hopkins feels like a sleep cop.
She will climb out of her bed in the wee hours to see whether her teenage sons are really asleep. If she spies them still awake, playing on the computer or the PlayStation3 in the basement of their College Park home, she will insist: It's time for bed. It was timehours ago.
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