After the sleep-eating episode last night, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that Payne would want to snooze late this morning. Unfortunately, we had a Dr's appointment for 9:00 a.m.
I get him up, get him dressed, and go into the kitchen to get his milk. I turn around to see him dragging his pillow out from his bedroom. He lays it down on the floor very carefully and then plops down on it, in a manner of complete and abject self pity.
I think I shall enter this photo in a contest, and title it "True Suffering".