I hear voices.
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.
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.