Dear Gibson,

Sometimes you talk in your sleep.  Sometimes you walk around in your sleep.  Sometimes you do both.  Last night around midnight, I heard you talking upstairs.  I got up to the kitchen, and you were standing there with no pants or underwear on - just a T-shirt, and saying, "tell them I don't want to take off my tie."

"Your tie?"  I asked.
"Yeah - I don't want to take it off."
"Which tie?"
"The red one.  Tell them, mom!"
(To the people who were taunting you) "Gibson doesn't want to take off his tie."
"Thanks, mom."

After that, we walked to your room, you put on some new underwear, and went right back to sleep.  Of course, you have no recollection of this event, but it was really funny.

Love,
Your tired mom