Classic

Last night on my way to bed, I stopped by the kids' room to get Justin up for one last trip to the bathroom. I found him laying with his feet on the pillow, his head on the rails, and both arms flopped all over the place. (Picture a teenager with the blankets pulled over his head trying to ignore the sunshine). I rubbed his feet and tried several times to gently wake him up. Finally, the reality became apparant and I had to say "Justin - you need to get up and go to the bathroom" in my Bossy Mom voice. He opened his eyes as if he had been awake for hours and said with a fairly amused look and resignation in his voice, "You're not going to give up on this...are you?" Classic.