Ha Dawg

Brian was sleeping (in his favorite bed -- MINE) next to his favorite person (ME). Lance wandered in to see what we were doing. Brian began talking in his sleep, and much to my amusement, the boys had a conversation that went like this:

B: "Are you going to eat your hot dog, Lance?"
L: "Ha Dawg."
B (in high pitched-baby talking voice): "Here Lance, here's your hot dog!"
L (in happy baby voice): "Ha Dawg!"

Then Brian rolled back over, most likely moving on to dreams of french fries and chicken nuggets.