Brothers

Don't tell them this, but when I'm not telling them to "stop talking, please" or "zip it and go to sleep", I'm around the corner listening to them giggle and swap jokes and stories. I love that even though they fight and compete and tease until someone cries, they also wrestle, race, confide and stick up for each other. Last night they had pushed their beds even further apart to make a wide aisle where they could make a couple of makeshift sleeping bags and talk and read by the glow of the nightlight.