Conall appeared at about 10pm last night in the lounge, came round to the settee, sat down between us and made himself comfy.
"What's up Conall?"
"I can't find Aedan's t-shirt."
"Why does Aedan need his t-shirt?" (really stupid question mum, it's 10 o'clock at night!)
"I can't find it and he needs it."
"I don't think he needs it now, find it in the morning."
"But he needs it and I've got to find it and I can't."
The penny drops.
Conall is asleep, with his eyes open, sleepwalking.
Rhiannon used to sleep with her eyes open, which other people found quite disturbing. She also used to sleepwalk, which was a pain. She let the side down and couldn't multi-task, doing both at the same time!
He had no recollection of it all this morning and Aedan wasn't looking for a t-shirt.