He was giggling because he has heard the story about how my sisters and I used to say this to each other, to our parents, to our horses, dogs, cats and every other living thing at our farm before bed when we were little. We said this little phrase everynight and the words came from our innocent, childish hearts, but we also said it as our own way of procrastinating bed time.
I can still see Nic and I kneeling on the bed, our heads pressed against the window. We'd stare into the farmyard and said in unison, "Goodnight, Jake, we love you sweet dreams, Goodnight, Missy, we love you sweet dreams, Goodnight, Cinnamon, we love you sweet dreams, Goodnight, Bandit, we love you sweet dreams, Goodnight, DQ, we love you sweet dreams..." the list would go on forever, each Goodnight followed by a softly blown kiss in the direction of the barn. This is a happy, happy memory for me and it makes me grin to think that when I am really tired, my subconcsious defaults to such a comfortable happy place!
Goodnight friends, I love you, sweet dreams!