"Gordon"

I rolled back into bed this morning about 3 AM after tending to Angus. As I was lying there drifting back to sleep, Bryan's stomach began growling to me. I swear that in the still darkness of our slightly messy bedroom, Bryan's stomach clearly growled the name, "Gordon." I must have been delirious, because I then began to chuckle almost uncontrollably for a minute or so. I woke Bryan to tell him that his stomach was talking in his sleep. He let out a faint sigh, less impressed by the antics of his tummy, and more annoyed that I had woken him up to tell him.

But I maintain that his stomach did in fact growl "Gordon," and that it was in fact funny.