Archie has talked in his sleep since he could talk. The first time I remember was “Gib it back MINE TURN.” I quickly learned that if I just agree with him, he’ll stop. I usually say something like, “Okay, here you go, buddy. Your turn,” and he rolls over.
Last night was fairly hellacious as far as sleep patterns go. He spent the first part of the night bickering with Carter over how much space he got in Aunt Meg’s tiny kitchen, and the rest of the night pining away for Carter from the other, more spacious, room.
At one point though, he started sleep-talking about candy.
Archie: I want candy.
Me: yawn, sputter
Archie: (louder) I want CANDY.
Me: yeah, okay bud . . .
Archie: I WANT CANDY (waving his hand in the air)
Me: okay. here you go. Here’s some nice candy for you. Yummy Yummy. (handing over imaginary candy to his flailing hand).
Archie: NOT THAT KIND OF CANDY!
Me: roll over, place pillow over head, despondent over my own inability to properly offer up invisible treats. I have some vague recollection of him leaving the bed to ask Carter for candy.
