Every Friday night, my parents, my son, and I have a ritual of going out to eat. We’ve been doing this for a few years now and it’s great to not to have to worry about what’s for supper and having to actually prepare a meal. E.B. is very vocal about where he likes to eat and thinks it’s “lame” that we go to the same restaurant just about every Friday night. We do this simply because we love the place and it’s got something for everyone.
Well, E.B. whined all the way there because he wanted to go somewhere else. When he starts whining, I know he is tired. And this?
Further proof that he had a full day of first grade and was all tuckered out.
He raised up long enough to look at his food and promptly tilted his head back for another snooze.
My date. Always making me pay or just plain old falling asleep on me.