What Tired Looks Like

Yesterday I laid John Whitten down for his afternoon nap and as usual he sat back up and started crying for me to pick him up (this little boy loves to be rocked to sleep). I laid him back down, told him I loved him and left the room. He cried for maybe more minutes and was silent. When I went back into check on him this is what I found....



Of course I had to take a picture of my sweet boy; he didn't even flinch when it flashed. Obviously he'd had a good time at the McWane center earlier that morning.