Velvet Verbosity

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Sleeping In His Talk

Sleep talking is uniquely entertaining. It’s like hearing one side of a conversation. A dream-scape conversation that ends up sounding slightly psychotic, or drug-induced.

My son talks in his sleep and this morning when I went to his room to wake him up, before I could say a word, he smacked his lips, flopped an arm around and said,

“Oh No.” (pause) “Not another jerk-face”.

What? There was more than one?

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