Recently, Son # played all day long and swam in the pool with his cousins. He was to the point of acting like a madman just to stay awake.
We drove into Tulsa to get elotes, and all three boys fell asleep after only a mile.
We arrived at our destination thirty minutes later, and Charity was going to get our food while I stayed in the car with the sleeping children.
Son #1 was leaning forward like the hunchback of Notre Dame and drooling like a rabid squirrel.
Charity retrieved a pillow for him and placed it under his head so he wouldn’t develop a permanent backache. He immediately woke up.
“Momma! I want to go!” He had no idea what was happening. He just knew she was outside the vehicle.
She did her best to console him. “Stay here, son, and get some sleep.”
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and spoke with slurred speech reminiscent of one halfway between consciousness and a coma, “No! I’m not tired! I want to go.”
He could barely keep his eyes open. His head bobbed up and down, and his eyes refused to stay open.
But he was determined to go to Supermercados Morelos with her. So instead of risking waking the other two, she took him with her.
The older I get, the more I realize the importance of good sound sleep.
But it’s hard to convince the young and energetic of such value.
What’s the point of this story? It’s late, and I’m ready to go to bed.
“Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.” Benjamin Franklin
I’m not wealthy or wise, but I guess I’ll shoot for the healthy part.
to the not-so-young and drowsy,
– Caleb
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