Tired Boy

Yes, he was tired. He had a little to eat. Sam and I went downstairs to work on laundry "I love helping you with laundry, Momma!" It was quiet upstairs so I went up to check. Quiet on the first floor too, which made me worry. I found him in his room passed out upside down on his bed, feet still in sneakers and sticking up over the head of the bed. He was so tired that he didn't even wake up when I changed him into a pull up for the night. Poor little fellow.