Sleep of the Darned

For whatever reason - turning two, having a summer cold, putting up with street sounds, late sunsets - Julia has been having a bad time sleeping lately. This leads not only to bad sleep for her parents and many nocturnal visits to her crib, but also to strange unconscious utterances. For the full effect, imagine these things said in a voice both sleepy and urgent and filtered through a cheap baby monitor:
1. "Sockies off... sockies off."
2. "Elmo... Elmo... Elmo..."
3. "1... 2... 5... 8..."
4. "Daddy, eat it! Mama, eat it!"

Uh, eat what, honey?