So Sleepy

Travis was up late one Sunday night. I was on the phone and so didn't pay attention to his crankiness escalating. Until finally it dawned on me, "Oh, he must be getting tired. It is quite late." Of course in the next moment I was absorbed in my phone conversation once again. I'm a great mother, I know. A few minutes later I walked into the kitchen to find this:




Poor guy, he just wanted to go to bed.