Sometime in the middle of the night...

Sean: "Mom. Mom. Mom. Mooooom!"
I stumble out of bed and head into his room.
Me: "Do you want the light on?"
Sean: "mumble, mumble, Lego, mumble, red box"
Me: "Um, what?!"
Sean: "We need to get new hands for the lego guy in the red box."
Me: "What???"
Sean gets out of bed, obviously annoyed at me, and walks over to the red Lego box.
Sean: "WE. NEED. TO GET. NEW HANDS. FOR THE LEGO GUY. IN THE RED BOX!"
All the while he is jabbing his finger at the red box.
I'm beginning to realize he is slightly delusional.
Me: "Okay, why?"
Sean: "I ate them."
Me: "What?!" giggle
Sean: "I ATE THEM!"
Me: "When?" giggle, snort
Sean: "Just now, in the dark."
Me: "Um, okay pal. We'll get new hands for the Lego guy, just ah, don't do that again, okay? Do you want me to leave the light on?"
Sean: "Yeah, it's freaky in here."
Me: "You're telling me."