My mom likes to tell the story of the time they had friends over, everyone chilling the in the kitchen.
I walked downstairs that night, apparently sleepwalking, opened the fridge door, opened the crisper drawer, peed in it, then closed everything up and went back to bed. I might have been 6 at the time.
My mom likes to tell the story of the time they had friends over, everyone chilling the in the kitchen.
I walked downstairs that night, apparently sleepwalking, opened the fridge door, opened the crisper drawer, peed in it, then closed everything up and went back to bed. I might have been 6 at the time.
Never happened again.