One thing we discovered this last year is that Jake talks a lot in his sleep and does some mild sleep walking. I talked with the pediatrician and he told me not to worry about, it was perfectly normal.
Um, okay. What about this:
It's 10 PM at night, and I'm just browsing Facebook. Jake comes in with his PJ top on, but nothing else. "Jake, you okay?" He blinks at me and mumbles something about his leg. We walk upstairs, I give him Tylenol, and ask him, "Jake, where are your pants and underwear?" He blinks at me again and mumbles something incomprehensible and just stands there. I walk him up to bed, and he crawls in and pulls the covers over him. "Um...Jake," I whisper, "You need to get some pants on." He gets up, flips on the light even though his older brother is dead asleep (thankfully) on the top bunk. I quickly flip it off. He just stands there looking at me and gets back into bed. I fumble around in the dark and find some underwear in his drawer, put them on and cover him while I try to stifle my laughter.