The lights are low. He he so sweet lying there nearly asleep.
I am sleepy too. My slightly ruffled hair is down around my shoulders. I lean over to rub my sweet son's forehead and he says:
Mom. You know you kinda look like a caveman.
(Image below now permeates my thoughts).
You know...here with the dark. And your long hair down.
(Perhaps this is his vision)
Nope. I don't know.
Perhaps I should work with him next on how to compliment the ladies....