3:19 am this morning after about half an hour of being bounced around in the bed by Todd’s flailing legs and arms
Todd: Are you cold? (I had just turned the electric fireplace back on in our bedroom.)
Me: Yes and you’ve been busy playing warrior in your sleep.
Todd: I was beating up an old man.
Me (shocked, a bit frightened of the answer, but still dying to know): Why were you beating up an old man?
Todd: He was a child molester.
Me (nervous to hear the answer): Who was he molesting?
Todd: I don’t know– some Chinese kids. So I pushed him into a cooler and was crushing pop cans against his head.
Me: Well that explains a lot.