Golden Tickets

Last night was one of my many nights of insomnia. At approximately 1:31 am, while I was wide awake, Kenny sat upright. He looked around the room for a little while, and then proceeded to lie back down and return to his sleep. On the grounds that I have seen him get out of bed and start to make breakfast, this seemed completely normal. I was wrong. After he finished the descent, and was lying flat on his bed, he says "you jump and hope an oompa loompa catches you on the way down."