Ron and I were in bed, but had just gotten into bed, leaving us wide awake. We both heard the door open and both ended up laughing like crazy just a few minutes later.
Joseph walked out of his room and headed downstairs. We figured he was doing his “normal” sleep walking thing. He eventually came back upstairs and went to the bathroom, then proceeded to his own room. Very shortly (like 15 seconds later) he came out, with what I thought was a cup. So I told Ron he was probably just going downstairs for water.
We waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Finally, Ron said, “you don’t think he’s downstairs watching tv, do you?” I said ‘no way’ but figured something was up, because we didn’t hear any movement anymore. 🙂
So, up I got, and down I went and there was Joseph on the couch, under a blanket, remote in hand and the tv on … Spongebob. 🙂 We had this little conversation.
Me: Joseph?
Joseph: Mmmmmm?
Me: Joseph?
Joseph: Hunh? [Finally looking at me]
Me: Why are you watching tv?
Joseph: Hunh?
Me: Why are you downstairs watching tv? It’s 1:07am.
Joseph: It’s 1am?
Me: Yes, it’s dark and night time. You need to get back in bed.
Joseph: It’s 1am?
Me: Yes. Go to bed.
He got up, went to bed and conked out for the remainder of the night.
We keep forgetting to ask him if he remembers *any* of this … but I think he doesn’t. 🙂