Tonight was the Big Sleepover.  In celebration of his impeding birthday. Forest has been planning it for so long that this afternoon on the way home from school, I told him that his first words were “How long until the Big Sleepover?”

He looked at me with squinted eyes for a second.

“That was a joke, Honey,” I said.

And then he understood it and was proud of himself for laughing.

He will be seven in four days.

They built a nest in the living room, all three together. I read to them for an hour. They are asleep, and the years have fallen from their faces as if sleep reduces their bones.