Through Early Morning Fog I See

So Alex and I have been watching MASH since they posted it on Netflix, and we always marvel at those helicopters and how they can fly.  I guess those thoughts have transferred into Alex's subconscious.  

I was up late blogging, so I was actually typing this conversation word-for-word as it was happening.  Enjoy!

Alex:  "The flying helicopter is still flying inside the body."

Amy:  "What body?"

Alex:   "They put together the paper cut out to represent a body, to be this sort of equivilant of a real one.  I'm sorry if its not making any sense . . . I kinda got . . ."

Amy:  " . . . "

Alex:  " I know what you're thinking, you're thinking I'm crazy cause I'm sleeping, but I'm not."

Amy:  " . . . "

Alex:  "I'm not crazy."

Amy:  " . . . "

Alex:  "You're crazy."

Drink Ink Ink Ink

This was from a few months ago, and I recorded it on my IPad but never got around to posting it.  Alex is beginning to become more aware of his sleep talking, whilst sleep talking - and in these moments of semi-consciencness, his biggest fear seems to be me making fun of him the next day.  :-)

Alex:  "It's dead drink ink ink."
Amy:  "What?"
Alex:  "Dead drink ink ink."
Amy:  "What does that mean?"
Alex:  "It needs tweaking."
Amy:  "What does?"
Alex:  "It's not Plano."
Amy:  "What's not?"
Alex:  "You're gonna make fun of me tomorrow, aren't you?"
Amy:  "Why?
Alex:  "I'm probably too tired to make sense."