That Was A First...

Sam woke up about 10:30pm, as is his wont, and he had to go pee. At least, I'm assuming he did, based on past behaviour; he wasn't coherent enough to actually say anything intelligible. We got to the bathroom, he sat down and leaned his head onto my shoulder.

And then he fell asleep.

I mean, totally out. Not dozing, not just resting, snoring. On my shoulder. On the toilet.

I almost didn't have the heart to wake him, but a) I've gotta think waking up on the toilet would be mighty disorienting, and b) I was in a funny squinched up position -- and didn't really feel like staying on the floor by the toilet for much longer.

I scooped him up, tucked him back into bed, and he was out again before the covers finished settling.