As long as I'm telling stories on AJ, I might as well tell a funny one. The other night he almost peed on me.

I had been up for a while, but crawled back in bed to snuggle and get warm, since he was sleeping in. All of a sudden his eyes opened, he sat bolt upright, and began barking orders. "Move! Get out of my way! Come on!" Then he ran into the bathroom.

Come to find out, he was dreaming. We women, being much more elegant, dream of toilets. Not AJ. He was walking out in the woods. Walking and walking. He came to a river and began to walk along the bank. Water, flowing rushing water. "Hmmmm," he thought, "I need to go pee, yes I do, and there is the river. How convenient."

Luckily he woke up a split second before he started to go, or he would have been in big trouble. If I even let him sleep in the house the next night, I would have put his blanket in the tub. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />