Those who know me best know that I have a tendency to talk "silly" in my sleep, and at one point was even a borderline sleep-walker. The earliest account of this phenomenon goes back to childhood, when sleeping over at my grandma's house, my sister told me that I started bouncing on the bed and talked about licking peanut butter off of a frog. When I got my first job at Baskin-Robbins I found myself trying to scoop ice cream for customers out of my floor fan. In college I waited tables to make some money and I often tried to get drinks from the "bar" in my bedroom, which was really my dresser. My roommate in college, who is also my closest friend since first grade, got to hear some pretty interesting things coming out of my mouth when I would start talking silly in my sleep. One morning after studying really hard (a.k.a. "cramming") for a geography final, she said to me, "You're gonna do great on your final today!" When I asked her why, she said that when she got home I started talking to her about the Industrialization of Nations...if only I could've remembered it while I was awake!
The reason I'm sharing this little tid-bit with you is because apparently Caleb has inherited this sleeping trait. I've been on high-alert mode because he has been waking up coughing in the middle of the night since his cold started, so I've been waking up very easily. Last night I heard him suddenly call out, "Look at the cat! Run away!" Then he was silent. A couple of minutes later he yelled, "Oh, bubbles!" At least it sounds like he's having happy dreams.
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