Monday, November 14, 2005

Sleeptalkers say the darndest things.

This short story is similar to the time my son, Justin, may or may not have eaten a bug off of the floor while he was sleeping. Except this time it involves the girl.

I was up late – really, really late – Saturday night. Jordyn came in to my room where I was working on the computer to talk with me and wound up falling asleep on my bed. Around 3 am her eyes popped open and she started talking:

"Toys. Toys. Toys. Toys. Toys. Toys. Toys. Toys. Toys. Toys..."

It's beginning to sound a lot like Christmas.

3 comments:

Pat Angello said...

I jumped up in the middle of the night and told my wife, "They're bleeding!"

Scared the crap out of her!

Derek Knight said...

my wife is a very aggressive sleeptalker, but apparently, when I have my moments, they're really quite memorable. I'll have to get her to fill in the details...

Heather said...

Yes, you must hear the story of Derek's sleep talking! Hi-larious!!

And that's the funniest thing I've heard in a while. LMAO!

"Boring a hole in the patient’s head creates a door through which the demons can escape, and - viola! - out goes the crazy."