Last night, welllll after bedtime, I heard Noah talking. To himself, maybe, but I suspected that he'd sneaked a phone into his room for YouTube AGAIN, or swapped our Echo devices around AGAIN to get around the 11 p.m. shut-off time we set up because his brothers kept complaining that he'd sing along to music all night and keep them awake. Teenagers! Go the fuck to sleep!
Noah has a lot to say about Star Trek lately. Ezra is there for every word of it.
I told them to try to get some sleep at some point. And to let me know next time. I'll make you some popcorn.