Peter hasn't been talking in his sleep very often lately. He's mostly just been mumbling or making weird sighing noises. Which makes us both sad, because whenever he does talk in his sleep, we both get a good laugh the next day when I tell him about it.
The other night, though, he mentioned something about blankets. He was kind of mumbling, so I asked him, "Do you want the blanket?" (He usually doesn't want the blanket because even Fall in Rio is ridiculously warm).
He lifted up his arms (which were still under the sheet), like a mummy, lifted up his head, looked back and forth, and said in a very adorable, very confused, little-kid-ish voice, "Isn't this the blanket?"
I replied, "No... do you want the blanket?"
He sighed, then said, "Um, no." And then put his back down and continued to sleep.
Of course, the next morning he had absolutely no recollection of the conversation.
Peter talks about milk cartons
Peter talks about research, my hair, and "lenses"