Jonathan here. Here's what Ellen just said in her sleep (after the tooth fairy paid a visit to Lionel at 11:32 pm): "Where did he go?" I replied, "Who's that?" Ellen explained, "Our son. I keep thinking we have a 21-year-old son, and he climbed out of bed and into the trash. And then I open my eyes, and there's no son and no trash. I know that sounds dumb. I can't break it, though!"