Kira talks in her sleep sometimes. My favorite thing is when she laughs. A rich, full, chuckly belly giggle. I love that.
When she talks, most of the time she doesn't make any sense, usually because she's not talking loud enough for me to hear her.
Last night, she was in my room (she was running a fever and had a headache, so in the middle of the night she came in. I got her some Jr. Tylenol and we were good). So she's sound asleep and suddenly she says, very clearly and matter-of-factly:
"Cut it in two with your dagger, then."
Oh. My. Chicken.
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