"Gee Brain, what do you want to do tonight?"

Last night, Clint came to bed 'early' (look! It's not even 1:00, yet!), and curled up next to me to cuddle, as he often does before retiring to his side of the bed. He asked me to scoot over, so that he wasn't hanging off the bed, and as I did this, I noticed the silhouette of a little head pop up. Max was in the bed with us...

Now, this is not, in itself, so curious as I will often bring him to lay with me when he wakes up at night. The only problem is that neither of us can figure out exactly how he got there last night. I cannot remember getting up to get him from his crib, and I never fall asleep with him in bed-partly due to paranoia, and partly due to the fact that he WIGGLES and keeps me awake. He woke up at 9:30, long before I went to bed, and I don't remember holding him after that time.

People, it has been YEARS since I last sleep-walked (slept-walk? slept-walked? What is the past tense of that?)...I am not the lightest sleeper ever, but any sound Max makes wakes me up. I highly doubt that I would have gotten up asleep and brought him back to bed with me...but this seems to be the only logical conclusion. I know Max. There is NO WAY that if he climbed out of that crib we would ever keep him in there again (Lord help us when that day comes). And, for this reason, it took me a solid hour to fall back asleep, and I was convinced that every move he made was him trying to shimmy back up the bars. After an hour of crib-watching, I knew that he had not 'escaped.'

This evening Clint asked me 'So, do you remember getting him, yet?' No. No, I don't. Maybe he is Max, Baby Genius, and he created the first ever teleportation device that he tests out only when he thinks everyone else is sleeping (and here is where the joke in the title comes in, for those of you who never saw Pinky and The Brain)?

Yeah...I guess I did get up at some point last night...