Siblings

The kids have a bunk bed now as Benson has graduated from his crib into his "big boy bed".
We put them to bed tonight at 8 o'clock. Shortly thereafter I began to hear whispers and giggling. Then I heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet running, no, sprinting up and down the hallway followed by hysterically muffled giggling. "Go to bed" I firmly urged several times. And every time, they'd say "okay Mommy" and quickly scurry back into bed. This continued for about 15 minutes. I had an errand to run so I left. When I got home Ryan showed me this. Apparently Kayla was on an errand as well--hers was going up into Benson's bed and trying to persuade him to "sneak out" with her. At this point Benson must have been too tired to go along with it and eventually Kayla must have realized she was tired also.
I distinctly remember such antics as a little girl sharing a room with my two sisters. They would make me jump and wiggle around so that the static electricity from my polyester pajamas would actually create sparks, then we'd crack up--Pop would get SO mad and we could never understand why...
This is why a kid needs a sibling:)
PS: I'd pay money to see Kayla's face when she wakes up and realizes she has fallen asleep next to her despicable brother.