We just finished three consecutive days of day camp during what I'm sure is going to be remembered as the hotest wedk of the summer. I volunteered in the drama area, and the Little Dude attended the pre-school class. It was a fun three days, but we are both pretty tired. The Little Dude went into quiet time today, and after one "I need another snack mom" visit, I did not see him again for, like, an hour. I decided to go and see what Lego creation he was so completely absorbed with, and this is what I found.
Crashed. Out.
He's not even lying near the books, as though he fell asleep while reading them. Its more like he just walked over to the bed and went down like a ton of bricks.
He's getting to be such a big, capable boy; seeming so tall, even a bit lanky in last years slightly-too-small shorts, that I almost forget sometimes that he's only five. I so rarely get to see him like this, with his sweet baby-sleeping face. Its a rare treat.
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