Squirrels...Again?

It happened again...

(for the original sleep-talking story,  CLICK HERE)

Child #1 was nearly sound, sound asleep (as were WE for that matter) when he began hallucinating and hearing things.  This time, it sounded like this:

Child #1:  MOM!  DAD!  It's happening again!
Dad:  What, son?
Child #1:  I can hear it.  It's singing this time!
Dad:  What's singing?
Child #1:  I hear music.  It won't stop.  I can hear music downstairs and footsteps.
Me:  Does it sound British?
Child #1:  Mom, really.  Stop with the squirrel thing.  This is real.
[Brief moment as we try to hear music as we listen to the complete and utter silence in the house.]
Me:  Dear, I don't hear music.
Child #1:  That's because it's coming from DOWNSTAIRS!
Me:  'kay, dear.  I'm coming.

[Reluctantly pull myself out of bed and walk, or rather fumble, lethargically down the stairs as I'm secretly having visions of "Alvin and the Squirrels" (or whatever they are) singing inside my son's walls with a British accent.]

Child #1:  Can you hear it now?
Me:  Uh...no.
Child #1:  I'm certain it's the All American Rejects.  They're singing their songs.  I can hear them.
Me:  Good for you, dear. 
Child #1:  Are you mocking me?
Me:  Never.