I’m…too…tired…to make it up the stairs
Last night the kids wanted to watch Night at the Museum…again [we already watched during Friday Family Movie Night]. Lee and I had no desire to watch it…again. We were settling down to watch Deja Vu. So Lee put Night at the Museum on upstairs in the family room and we watched our movie downstairs in the family room.
After a while Caleb came down to tell me Night at the Museum is kind of scary. I said, “We saw it in the theater and we watched it last night. This is the first time you’ve told me it’s scary.” He said, “The part where the caveman turns in to dust [there I just ruined the whole story for you with that tidbit ;)] is scary.”
I told him that part was over so he could go ahead and go back upstairs to watch the rest. And I thought he did just that.
It wasn’t until our movie was over and we were heading up to bed that I discovered he never made it back upstairs. As I turned the corner to go up the stairs this is what I saw:
Oh to be young again and be able to sleep wherever without waking up with a sore back and stiff neck.
*Please try to avert your eyes from the ugly maroon carpet. It wasn’t our choice. It came with the house.
Awww. He looks wiped out!
Bless his little heart!
That is just too adorable. and it’s probably for the best tht we adults can’t just sleep anywhere like this. We would never look tht cute or wake up that refreshed. Sigh.
Cheers!
How far away is his room? Do you own a mansion? Poor kid. I think you need to install an elevator.
I used to brag about being able to sleep anywhere when I was little, now I am too big to curl up in corners or sleep under the stairs when people come to stay.