Happy Meals

I tried to wake husband up and he begins muttering:

-I sent out my own super.... mutter mutter..

-Your own what?

-Happy Meals. ...mutter... mutter...

-I want a happy meal!

-Happy meals weren't mentioned.

-Yes they were. You said you sent out your own happy meals.

-It was a metaphor for making myself happy

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Sleep crawling perhaps?

Last night when I woke up to roll my very pregnant body over, I found my Husband sleeping on all fours muttering something to himself.