Last week Incredible was in a bar fight. Instead of asking a zillion questions as to why, I let it go because he was drunk and he is a boy. Boys don't like explaining why they do stuff.
Last night, well I should say in the wee hours of this morning, I received a punch. I was sleeping and dreaming of sugar plums and all of a sudden: WHACK. I woke up and he was fighting me in his sleep.
I put on my thinking cap and remembered that you are not supposed to wake up people who are sleep walking BUT he was fighting me---literally. I couldn't just lay back and be the punching bag, so I woke him up and with sleepy green eyes, he kissed my neck and said: "I'll pick you up at noon"
Ohhhhhhhhhhhkaaaaaaaaaaay.
1. I think he has some sort of violence problem
2. How cute was that?
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