My sweet boy was so tired yesterday. 
He fell asleep in the middle of the living room, right on the floor.
He looked so sweet and serene; I just had to take a picture.

When he woke up, his head was pressed in the shape of the carpet.  Poor boy!


Not too much later, at dinner, the phrase turned into poor mom, not poor boy....

Wade went right into the bath tub.  Dad usually chooses to clean up Wade over the kitchen, but not last night, so Mom had to bathe the sticky child.  (In my opinion, I got lucky with that.  Maybe I'll let Wade make huge messes every night!)