During the middle of a peaceful slumber this week, the covers were thrown off of me and Kyle was in a panic, running to the door to turn on the lights. Without warning, Kyle was throwing the blankets and pillows off the bed, ripping a pillow out from under me.
"Kyle, what are you doing?"
....Nearly approaching a moment of self-realization, Kyle paused, then focused, and said, "I may be dreaming, but I think someone's trying to throw a cucumber at me!"
The next night, he found a little present from me waiting on his pillow...
