My thirdborn child has, in the past, fallen asleep on the couch at the end of the day. It's a victory, seeing as he can be the most rambunctious and difficult to settle.
Then one night he was unresponsive. I went to pick him up and he didn't flinch as he usually does. Carrying him up the stairs, he was more limp than usual. He was still breathing, but I thought perhaps that he was, I don't know, more asleep than usual.
Once I set him on his bed and tossed his blanket on him, he hugged me and said "I fooled you!"
I had to admit, yes, yes he fooled me.
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