(Let me stop right here to mention that I hate to see people sleeping on the couch. It is a huge pet peeve of mine. Bedrooms are for sleeping. If I see someone napping on the couch, I am likely to start vacuuming the couch cushions three inches from their face.)
So, I went over and patted him on the shoulder and told him if he wanted to sleep all day then he needed to take it to his room because I was about to vacuum. He stared at me, wide eyed and delirious, then got up and walked to the glass door, as if he was going outside. Described below is the bizarre conversation that followed:
Me: What are you doing?
Crazy Sleepwalking Boy: Getting my flip-flops.
Me: Um, why? I thought you were going back to bed. Why do you need flip-flops?
Crazy Sleepwalking Boy: (yelling) YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! WE HAVEN'T STARTED YET!
Me: I don't know what you're talking about. Are you ok?
Crazy Sleepwalking Boy: (still yelling) BUT THE BELTS! THE BELTS! WHAT ABOUT THE BELTS?!
Me: Now I really have no idea what you're talking about but I think you definitely need to go to bed.
At this point I took him by the hand and led him back to his bed, being sure to avoid all the "belts." (?) Sleep tight Crazy Sleepwalking Boy.
*Note: Image not my actual kid. Just a picture of some random jammie-clad boy that I found hilarious.