And occasionally it’s remarkably clear, and if I time it right with juuust the right tone of voice, he’ll answer my questions, but it happens very seldom. Tonight, as I was checking on him before going to bed, my timing was perfect! The following conversation ensued.
Damien: definitely need help. . .
Me (stifling a giggle): why?
Damien: mutter mumble murmur couch…
Damien: can’t hold onto the clown mutter mumble. . .
Me: why not?
Damien (getting irritated- even in his sleep): keeps slipping out of my hand!
Me (pinching my nose closed so as not to burst out laughing): where’s he gone?
Damien: mutter mutter mumble murmur. . .
I go running out the room so I can giggle without worrying him!