Breakfast and Sleep Talking

Kyle and I sleep talk quite a bit, if not every night. Sometimes what we say is understandable; a lot of the time it makes no sense. At times it's subtle, and at other times it gets a little crazy. But, all of it is funny.

Last night at Bob's I had a conversation with Kyle that went something like this:

Daniel: I need you to go to the bank...
Kyle: What?
D: Go to the bank and the checking.
K: Daniel, what are you talking about?
D: Mom! Mom, I need you... The bank.. My credit card is... I need you to go for me...
K: Dude, I think your sleep talking man.
D: Huh?
K: You're sleep talking to me.
D: Oh, okay.
K: You were sleep talking, right?
D: Yep. Zzzzzzzzzzz

Thanks to Kyle for writing the conversation out.

Kyle woke me up twice with incoherent, crazy sleep talking last night. Both times I had to calm him down by patting his head and saying, "Kyle, calm down man." The reason I patted his head was because that's the only part of him I could reach from my bunk.

This morning we had toast with peanut butter and jam and apples for breakfast. We did some filming, took a picture with Bob and Joan, said our goodbyes, and hopped on the BAZ Bus (our mode of transportation).

Durban is our next stop. Looking forward to a couple days at the beach and some skateboarding. Should be good!

P.S. Riding on the BAZ Bus reminds me of letting Martin, my younger brother, drive for the first time; being on the left side of the road and a lot of swerving.