Occasionally, Neil will awaken me in the night with a random bit of sleep-talking. These outbursts are often incomprehensible and sometimes creepy but almost always entertaining. He rarely remembers these exchanges which gives me a great opportunity to have a little fun. I'm really not even sure he hears my side of the conversation. At least, given last night's, I kind of hope not.
Setting: about 2am, we've both been in bed, asleep, for hours
Neil: (bolting upright) We can go dig in the back yard now!
Me: Are we looking for bodies?
Neil: What? ...no.
Me: Getting rid of bodies?
Neil: We'll have to do it in the morning.
Me: Dig in the back yard? To get rid of the bodies?
Me: Okay. Bright and early.
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (except quietly so I wouldn't wake the baby across the hall because then our comedy would turn into a drama)
Needless to say, there was no digging in the back yard this morning. Nor were there any bodies. Or if there were, they were gone by the time I got up.