i am not a sleep eater. now don't get me wrong... i partake in nighttime snacking. particularly when little debbie lures me to the basement fridge with promises of chocolate and peanut butter goodness encased in a cellophane wrapper. but i have a complete recollection of the venture down and back up the two flights of stairs to enjoy my delectable snack while curled up in my nest.
i repeat, i am not a sleep eater. nor are there any sleep eaters currently residing in my home.
[though i have known several sleep eaters in my lifetime. friends who wake up on the couch, when they clearly remember falling asleep in bed, flanked by an empty tub of cheese curls and laying amidst a pile of neon orange crumbs.]
so how is it that my daughter knows about the sleep eating habit? she's always instructing me to "close eyes" while she serves me imaginary food. today it was pickles.
this makes me wonder... maybe she has witnessed something i don't know about. maybe i am a sleep eater? but i'm just REALLY good at hiding the evidence.
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