Jesus Made It Dark

Jamie is sent downstairs to get a cup of water in the middle of the night.  The short version of the story is that he didn't get it right, so I had to get up out of bed and do it.  More on that later.

As we're walking downstairs, Jamie whispers, "it's dark."  

I mumbled something incoherent in agreement.

We reached the kitchen and I noticed Jamie had left the kitchen light on.  "What'd you leave the light on for?" I asked.  

"I don't know.  Jesus made it dark," Jamie replied.  

"Yes, I guess you're right."