OUCH!

This morning I woke up to a swift kick to the leg. Yes, you heard me. I let out a very disgruntled, "hey, what was that for?" I punched my husband in the arm. He wasn't quite with me yet...still somewhere between sleep and being fully awake. He apologized to me several times and explained that he was dreaming that he was fighting with his older brother, Dan. So there you go, I took a hit for Dan. He owes me:) The last time this sort of thing happened Scott was "playing" soccer. Ouch! I guess I was the ball that time. I might need to start wearing protective gear to bed..... Shin guards, anyone?