On Wednesday night, I asked Daniel if he was asleep. He answered, "I'm farming and air bubbles and it's not enough to collect a needle." Um...yeah...he was asleep. ;)
Funny story from a few nights ago. In the middle of the night, I am awakened by a poke in the eye. Of course, I roll over and yell, "Ow! What the he**, Daniel?!" My husband responds, "I just wanted to give you a hug," while still trying to hug me. At this point I realize he must be sleep-talking, so I tell him to go to sleep. The next morning he has no recollection of the incident. I have decided some night I'm going to sleep-poke him in the eyeball and see how he likes it. ;)