Thursday, May 28, 2009


My daughter sleepwalks. So last night here she comes, stands by the bed, paces around a little bit. Standard.

Here comes my son a few seconds later, wearing a green windbreaker. Which is exactly one windbreaker more than he went to bed wearing. He has a big grin on his face like he's got a joke or he's up to something.

Nope, he's asleep too. Lays down with one leg on the bed, the other he's standing on the floor with. He says he was cold. Still asleep.

Next morning he doesn't remember anything. Standard.

The other night he comes in, wanders around a little, goes to the toilet. Comes back and hops up in the bed and picks up the remote. "No, let's go to your bed."

Someday I'm going to hear something in the kitchen and find him cooking something or something else equally crazy.

Maybe I could get them to sleepclean their rooms?

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