When Sam was maybe six months old he fell asleep on the floor while watching Star Wars: The Clone Wars with Will.
This morning I just couldn’t wake up, so when Sam didn’t want to do anything but watch television I didn’t even pretend to offer alternatives. I did balk, though, when he wanted Lego: Star Wars, because what that really means is that he wants me to play video games and I was in no shape to do any such thing. So I offered Clone Wars.
The screaming fit that ensued was really very impressive. He cried. He tried to take the DVD box away from me, then tried to remove the disc from the player. He pulled at the doors of the TV stand. He shrieked, he wailed, he threw himself on the floor. Then the show started and he perked right up, like, “OH, hey! I love this movie!”
So he watched volume one and wanted more. I was still barely functional so I put in volume two while he threw a miniature version of his earlier fit. I gave him his mug of crackers and he settled in.
Half an hour later I went upstairs with some real food and he was fast asleep.
Doesn’t look very comfy but what do I know?
When I checked on him again, he’d rearranged himself. If I knew where the chalk was…
(He is alive, I swear!)