Squeezing the Charmin

I have a terrible track record when it comes to doing strange things in my sleep.  Remember the “sleep toy” fiasco in January?  Well.  I do believe I’ve topped it.

Last night, while we were sleeping, I reached down and found Bub’s head.  And it felt funny.

I squeezed it.  It felt squishy.  Spongy.  Like he had water on his brain (water on his brain?  We’re not the least bit irrational, are we, Jo?). 

I tried to pick him up, but I couldn’t get ahold of him.

Mr. Punky said, “Knock it off.”

I said, “There’s something wrong with Bub’s head.”

Mr. Punky said, “That’s.  Not.  Bub.”

Oh!  Of course it wasn’t.  Cause it was Mr. Punky’s BUTT. 

I collapsed into a fit of giggles right there in bed, at three in the morning.

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