Mikale is in sleeping in my grandma's room. He gets so cute when he gets tired. He went and lay down across a kitchen chair and started bawling. I picked him up and went and sat on my grandma's chair in the living room with him, laying him on my chest. He cried and cried.
me: are you sad?
him (tearfully): yeh
me: are you tired?
me: are you fweepy (it's how he says sleepy I swear, not just me making stupid baby-talk)?
me: you want to go to sleep?
me: are you sure? we can lay down right her in the chair...
me: you dont wanna lay down?
me: you want to lay down on the couch?
me: you just wanna cry?
him: yeh! *starts crying again*
poor baby... finally , he started insisting that he wanted to go in g-mas room (I wan go in nere! I wan go in NERE!) so thats where he is now. Mary shoudl be here soon enough.