Evan is notorious for being able to comfort me, hold a discussion, or change Kyle's diapers all while asleep. Going along with that is when he talks in his sleep about his dreams. One time after Evan and I had watched the movie, "The King of Kong: A Fist Full of Quarters" about middle-aged men trying to obtain the world record for the old arcade Donkey Kong game, (everyone should see it---so funny) Evan told me he needed to reboot and proceeded to make bee,boo,beep sounds as he rebooted. Priceless two o'clock in the morning interaction.
Evan has been sick now for seventeen days and we have seen the doctor twice with no success. It actually seems to be getting worse. But, back to the point, he is on a lot of medicine, which makes his dreams even more strange and silly.
Last night as I was falling asleep, Evan began to freak out next to me. He started to say, "It's slipping...I can't hold on...Someone help me...they're only a millimeter in size..." I thought maybe he was dreaming about dropping Kyle (which has happened), and I kept asking, "who?"
When he finally answered, it was priceless. Evan finally said, "little baby jazz musicians." I rolled around laughing for several minutes. Then I hear Evan say, "I just heard myself say that." He started to explain and then stopped and said, "No, that doesn't work either." I made sure he was awake and then we both drifted off to sleep with smiles on our faces---little baby jazz musicians. Priceless.
P.S. I could make a Mastercard commercial that involved buying a bed and sheets and such, the husband in the commercial could being having a dream and say little baby jazz musicians. The tag line would be, "Sweet Dreams: Priceless." This is probably ridiculous to everyone else, but very funny to me.