So it was about 11:30, Patrick was snoozing away and I was trying to get comfortable so I could sleep too... and he rolls over, and it goes something like this:
Patrick: Did you poo?
Mandi: No honey. You farted.
Patrick: (confused) Did the baby poo?
Mandi: Who, Evie? (who is under our bed sleeping, she gets stinky at night sometimes and wakes me up its so bad)
Patrick: NO the BABY!
Mandi: Honey no. The baby didn't poo. The baby is still in me.
It was so funny. I couldn't wake him up enough to tell him what he said. I guess it might have been one of those things where you would have had to have been there...
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HAHAHA. i love it.
sleeptalking stories are my fave-o-rite.
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