The other day, I opted for the late nap and prepared myself for a late night of Ben awake with Joel and me. Around the time I found fitting for Ben to wake up (he will easily still sleep 3 hours so I try to stop him around 2) I opened up the door to his room and started to vacuum in the kitchen hoping it would help rouse him. When I opened the door, I saw him there sleeping sweetly and felt a tinge of guilt but was not too deterred. I left to vacuum. I returned when I was done and didn't see Ben anymore. See exhibit A:
Then I realized (after looking around the house a bit) that there was a tiny bit of head showing through. So I came in for a closer look and sure enough, I found this:
Yes! My son is there! Buzz lightyear and all!
It just made me laugh and think about the future. How he'll be as a teenager when I say it's time to get up for seminary-- if he's already this good at burying down in the covers when sounds that should arose him, but really just allow for deeper sleep farther under the covers.
Reminds me of someone else I remember :)
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