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Saturday, November 03, 2007

Dontcha sometimes wonder?

The Boy is difficult to wake up. I think I've documented this fact many times. Plus, he's really obnoxiously crabby when he first wakes up. Like horrible.

Last night I fell asleep on the sofa while watching TV. This morning, around 8, the Boy came downstairs, woke me up, and after I went upstairs to go to bed, he took over my position on the sofa and fell back to sleep. At 11:30, I came downstairs to find him still asleep. I woke him up because he had a phone call to make, and this is precisely what he said:

" Did you bring the dress?"

WHAT?

"Did you bring the dress you made?"

WHAT?

"Are you bringing the sandwich?"

WHAT?

"Oh, oh, oh....what time is it?"

And he returns to consciousness.

What could he have been dreaming about?

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3 Comments:

Blogger JaniceNW said...

Interesting. Check out my blog when ya get a minute...

4/11/07 12:23 AM  
Anonymous bethany actually said...

I love dream talking. It's pretty consistently hilarious. :-)

4/11/07 1:42 PM  
Blogger ribbiticus said...

lol! he most likely dreamt of a picnic ala-alice in wonderland. ;)

4/11/07 1:53 PM  

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