Sleepy Talky

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It's 9:31 pm. The kids are asleep and I just sat down at my computer, in my bedroom to look up the population and trade routes of Indonesia, cuz I like to keep up to date on world economics and such. Oh, and Michael's not home from work yet. OK, so I was checking my email to see if anyone has emailed me in the last 48 seconds. NO ONE HAS. It's alright. I'll recover.
Anyways, I hear a noise come from the direction of Hunter's room. I turn just in time to see him enter my room all squinty-eyed and sweating and waving a hand at me as if to say "No, no. Don't get up."

This was our conversation:

H: It's OK. Don't mind me. I just...need to get...drink...flash the light...
(He's pacing my room now.)

Me: A drink of water would be in the kitchen.

H: OK. Thank you.

He turns and leaves, gets a drink of water and goes back to bed.

He won't even remember it tomorrow. In fact, I just went to check on him, and drool is already pooled up on his pillow. Dang. I wish I could sleep that sound.

Comments

The Raguskus Family said…
I can totally hear your voice when I was reading this...hilarious!
April 20, 2009 at 11:22 PM
Kevin and Carrie said…
Flash the light.... alrighty then Hunter. Em, you should keep an eye on that boy. What happens if he were to somehow make his way outside and sleep walk/talk and all he said to people was, "I need drink. Flash the light". People would think he is an alien in the form of a young boy. Good thing his skin isn't hanging off his bones. And it is also a good thing he isn't asking for some sugar water.

fowee
April 21, 2009 at 9:15 AM
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