Things that go bump in the night

"What are you doing?" No answer. And again, with more emphasis, "What are you doing?" Oh. Now wish I had added a "nevermind" in my best Roseanne Roseannadanna voice.

What a way to wake up, I had just accused my wife of being my son - I think.

And I blame it on squarely on Galen and Liam. My sleeping, unconscious brain clearly thought one of the kids was pillaging the closet. Without performing a verification protocol, without asking Shanna to check on the noise, hell, without rolling over to see if she was still in bed, I demanded "What are you doing?"

I do plead innocence, my defense is two-pronged:

1. Liam does like the closet. Galen does like opening doors.
2. My sleeping mind is trained to respond to possible kid-created noises.

Thankfully she recognized the humor. Thankfully I hadn't yelled some sleep-induced expletive. Thankfully she didn't harass me for enjoying last night's Tequila. No way it was booze; it was the kids.