Repeat; Yawn; Repeat

First thing in the morning, as B slept in my bed following another midnight sleepwalk into my room, my 16 year old comes in. "And then he said we should get off the desks!" She laughed. B stops mid-snore and says, "Del, you already told us that story." "That's true," I tell her. "You told it to us last night before going to bed. But don't worry. I only listen to half of what you say." "Really?" She cries. "Did you hear that?" She asks B. But B, it turns out, was just poop disturbing - in his sleep. He's gone back to snoring.