blogging sucks.

I'm so terrible at it because I use Facebook as a blog. I'm going to start writing one tiny thing 3 times a week. We'll see if it works.

Last night, I came in late from derby practice. Agent N was talking in his sleep. He always talks in his sleep. But his eyes were open and I thought he was talking to me.

Hi Mom, I just woke up.

Good. Go back to sleep. It's 11 pm, not morning yet.

Ok. I love you.

I love you, too, sweet monkey. Go to sleep.

mumblemumble You're a pretty ghzxasfdak. 

What? I didn't hear you.

You're a pretty agalihsdfegz. 

What was that?

You're a pretty target, mommy.


........ damn, kids are weird.