Thursday, November 12, 2009

Where's William?

I hear voices.
Faint conversation.
Brigham's trademark soundeffect whenever he plays Star Wars Battlefront on PS2, "Beeewwww, beeewww."
I think it's the gun sound??

Sure enough, it's them.
They don't have an alarm clock, so they don't know it's 3:30am.
I usher them back to bed (PS2 controllers in hand).
William will not get in bed.
I leave him to himself. I'm not going to sit there and wait.

Time to get the boys up for school.
I see Brigham, buried.
Where's William?
I walk all around the house, searching.
I get back to Brig (with my camera, of course).
Taking the picture, I think to myself,
"I wonder if Will's under all that stuff?"
Ding, ding, ding.
I was right.
There he is.


Candy said...

that's hilarious! How could he even breathe!?

Kathy said...

that is HILAR. i can't believe that picture! so cute, and what a great memory. . . although i'm sure you weren't thinking that at 3:30am. and you were nice to them at that hour too - you are my hero.

Rebekah said...

I love the buried child. Too funny.
So fun to think of little boy memories of those whisper/play nights.

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