One night, not to long ago, Brendan fell asleep in the recliner. He started talking so I tried to answer him before I noticed he was still sleeping. Brendan often talked in his sleep when he was over tired and Christopher or I would always try to get him talking but he was very rarely understood. Maybe just a few words.
This night Brendan would talk twice, however, I could not get him to talk clearly. Then all of a sudden I noticed he was chewing on the string to his sweatshirt. I have to admit for a little bit I laughed, then I tried to wake him up. "Brendan, you're chewing on your shirt string. Brendan!" Finally half awake I told him again he was chewing on his shirt string. With his eyes half opened, he simply said "I know." I yelled again to try to wake him up this time asking "Brendan, why are you chewing on your shirt string?" this time he took it out of his mouth, looked at it, and said "I'm hungry." Then placed it back in his mouth. I'm sorry but I couldn't help but laugh.
One last time "Brendan" Ah - I got him awake. I told about the shirt string and at first he didn't believe me until he felt the shirt string and it was wet. We laughed for days. I told if I ever threw him out of the house I would throw him out with the shirt on his back and an extra one so he wouldn't go hungry!
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