Brad and Vivi both got in bed around 10:30 or so tonight. I stayed awake and tidied up the house, then read a magazine while pumping. I finally wrapped up around 12:30, so I crept into our bedroom (where they were both sleeping) to grab my jammies. Brad sat straight up in bed as soon as I opened the door and started wildly gesturing with his arms – the sort of motion you’d make while skiing. I heard him say something softly, but I couldn’t make it out.
I walked to his side of the bed and leaned in close. “What did you say, babe?”, I asked.
He whispered, “Did you see someone parachute in?”
Brad’s sleep-talking never ceases to entertain.