It's 11:23pm, and I'm sitting in my office with the lights out and the window wide open, listening to eight boys, in a tent, still giggling and telling jokes.
Well, make that seven.
Tate's hearing aid is out, so he's probably oblivious to the swirl of silly-ness surrounding him.
There's only one problem...
it's going to get light at about 4:30am.