I know at least once when I was young I got out of bed and went to the bathroom and when I opened my eyes, I was nowhere near the bathroom, but, say, in the kitchen filling up the trashcan. I remember on occasion that at least two of my brothers did the same thing. Now, I can proudly say, I have been on the other side of the exchange. Tonight just after watching the Rockies lose Game 4 of the World Series, I heard one of the boys walking around upstairs. I waited and then walked up to see what was going on. The boys dorm room door was open so I walked in to do a bed check. David- check. Thomas- check. Jonathan- nope. 1 Missing In Action. I walked into Elisabeth's room. No Jonathan. I walked into Momma's Sanctuary (her craft room). There stood Jonathan with his underwear around his thighs peeing on the television. I spoke his name. He jumped and looked at me and looked around bewildered. Then I carried him into the bathroom where he finished putting out forest fires. When I carried him into his room, he started laughing. I asked him what was so funny and he said, "grumphiujng jerdinction frunctural." He was definitely still asleep and I didn't get the joke.