Me: You're looking pretty sleepy there, baby doll.
Him: NO! Not looking sleepy!
Who saw this one coming?
Anyone want to hazard a guess as to the duration of the meltdown that will occur when he awakes from this unplanned slumber?
Actually, let's not guess. Let's not even think about it. Instead let's focus on the positive: Mr. Jason is even now on our beach fishing for carp again, which means when A. gets home from court he can take that stubborn little sleeper up there down to the beach for some man time. I hope.
In the meantime, I'll be counting the minutes until the 7 p.m. bedtime and crossing every digit I have that there are no dramatics for that.