Saturday, October 27, 2012
"C" is for Conversation
Do you want me to make sure Zach is in bed?
Where do you want him to sleep?
Are you sure?
He answered all of my questions, but he was mumbling and getting more frustrated each time I asked something. He finally told me to put Zach to sleep on the floor but not in his bed where he usually sleeps. I started laughing hysterically, and that's when he woke up asking why I was laughing in his ear like a hyena. I could tell he was still really mad about answering the questions and even more upset that I had woken him up. Then the confusion set in. He's a deep sleeper (I'm not), so it always cracks me up when he tries to act coherent at night. At least this time he wasn't talking to me about parts they manufacture at work--boring!