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The boys decided to have a sleepover.  Right at the last possible moment before bedtime.  They wanted to discuss what they will do with the leprechaun they hope to catch with their trap.  So as I sit here annoyed by the friend of the neighbor playing the music really loudly in his car, I am also listening to the attempts of two boys trying to quietly talk without Mom hearing the conversation.  They are really not good at speaking quietly.  They start with whispers and then within a couple of minutes they’re using full voices.

But before beginning the joy of eavesdropping on the secret conversations of young brothers, I went into the room to tuck them into bed.  They were wearing their nightcaps.  I told them one day older son would be 30 and younger son would be 28 and they’d call each other.  After saying hello, bro, one will ask the other if he remembers the sleepovers.  If he remembers the nightcaps.  They’ll have a good laugh and recall so many wonderful nights spent having adventures in the bed made by their great-grandfather as they drifted off to sleep.

I had to get the camera.  I took pictures of my sweet sons wearing their nightcaps.  Being the hams that they are, they created several great photo memories.  They even made the classic Stacky face.