where DO we go?

I'm up late studying in bed while my sweet husband sleeps beside me. I just sneezed and it made Kevin lift his head up off the pillow and turn to me and ask, "Where do we go?" I was confused for about a millisecond until I realized that I was in the middle of one of my favorite Kevin experiences - sleep-talking! This is not the first time this has happened. In business school he used to sit up in bed sometimes in the middle of the night and start muttering numbers. Sheesh.

Here's tonight's little gem:

Me: (sneeze)

Kevin: Where do we go?!

Me: What?

Kevin: Where do we go???

Me: We go to (helpless giggling) sleep (giggle)!

Kevin: But, where do we GO?!

Whereupon Kevin lays his head down on the pillow and falls back into a peaceful sleep. He will not remember this incident at all and he'll only learn about it when he reads my blog tomorrow morning, which is a shame really because I so enjoy our midnight conversations!

P.S. - Kevin is going to kill me for revealing this, but my all-time favorite sleep-talking episode involves Kevin waking me up in the middle of the night to say, "Look at my muscles, Tam!" - all while flexing his biceps! Priceless, I tell you.

I wonder what he'll say next...