COLD-Y

The last three nights I have taken a cold medicine before bed to help unclog my blocked nose.  The last three nights I have woken B with my sleep talking.  I am not a sleep talker.  The first night I rolled over in bed, patted B on the chest and said "Good boy", as if talking to baby O.  The second night I said "Shoes off", another phrase for O.  Last night I even woke myself up laughing hysterically, although I don't recall explaining that I was stuck in a kite.  Tonight I am ditching the medicine.  Night, night..