The most fun time to talk to Jesse, by far, is the time right before he hits a good sleep.
Last night, we were laying there, with him almost asleep and me waiting for the Sleep Train to stop and pick me up.
He just barely started to snore and jerked awake and looked at me.
I looked back at him.
"Did I just fart?" he said.
I said "I don't think so, but I'm not going to lift the covers to find out."
He looked at me again. "I thought I heard a noise."
"You were snoring?"
::big snore from Jesse::
(We're looking at houses Monday night and then putting in an offer. I'll report back if anything good happens. It's a nice house, but the yard is a little sad. Oh well....after we've looked at over 100 houses, I've found I'm not going to get everything.)