Have I ever mentioned Big Shooter sleep walks?

Yeah. He does. It is fuh-reek-HEE! He will have his eyes open and carry on a full blown conversation with ya...until you finally catch on he's juuuust not quite firing on all cylinders.
That's what happened a couple Friday nights ago.
He comes out at 4am (I couldn't sleep...so I was up reading blogs. Hmmm, there's a stretch.) and says, "So, can you think of any reason you'd like to go to Poe Dunk, Oklahoma?"
I, thinking he is sleepwalking, encourage him with, "Ab-suh-lutely! I've been dying to get there. What's the occasion?"
He says very matter of factly, "There's a car in the lobby," turns and heads toward the bathroom.
I chuckle to myself and wonder how long it'll be before he wakes up and staggers back into the living room asking me what I'm doing up so I can ask him what he's doing up...
I wait.
And wait.
I hear water in the sink.
I hear the hair dryer.
I hear more water...
I wander in, put my hand on his arm and say, "Sweetie...Darlin'. You need to wake up."
He turns and looks me straight in the face and says, "I'm awake." Long pause, then, "The question is: Are you?"
Stunned I finally ask what he is doing.
To which he says s-l-o-w-l-y, "I'm. getting. ready. to. go. to. Poe. Dunk. I thought you and the Crumbs were coming. It sounded like you wanted to..."
"You were serious?!" I screech.
With the big-eyed DUH look he says, "Umm, yeeeah." S-l-o-w-l-y again, "Therrre's a car in. the. lobbb-by."
Oops.

After several hours of clean-up and fast carpentary work to get the gaping hole covered.

I guess the driver was thinkin' Arby's.

Love Note to my Big Shooter: I know you don't always get a kick out of some of the things/situations you deal with on a day to day basis...but, they are gold for a stay-at-home-momma/blogger. Thank you for the fodder Love.