I had just fallen asleep when I heard Violet, who was obviously thinking with her eyes closed, start to mumble:

V: “In my head, green trident and celery are the same thing.”

me: “…Um… what?”

V: “I guess that’s because of Texas though.”

me: “Right, of course.”

V: “Even with the foil.”

me: “Ok, Violet, goodnight.”

V: “…Hehlerrrvyuherrrrrrr.”

me: “I love you too, darlin’. Sweet dreams.”