Sleep talking

Last night, hubby got complimentary shiatsu massage from the little masseur who slept in between us because I was too tired to put him back to his cot and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, he cried a little and sleep talked, "Don't want big bad wolf, don't want big bad wolf!" for obviously he looked over and saw his father. Groggily, I pretended not to know who is the big bad wolf, so I said, "There's no big bad wolf here, boy boy... where got big bad wolf.."

Then the big bad wolf got up and said in his low, gruff voice, "I am the big bad wolf!" Haha, I half thought that hubs got up to play with him.

Then the big bad wolf suddenly toppled down and continued snoring. ; P

Fast forward a few hours later.

This morning, I was lying on the bed beside the sleeping cowboy. Suddenly I heard, "yooo dle leeee hee.... ooooo"

Slowly, I turn over to check if he's awoken. Little cowboy was obviously sleep talking.

Hubs and I smiled to each other. He's so totally obsessed with his cowboy-cowgirl thing. : )