Dire Dreams

27 Sep

127 hours…of napping?

Cormac is lucky I found him like this.  He is old enough to know that when he plans hiking in the family room by himself, he should tell someone where he is going.  As you can see by this photo, he took a nasty spill trying to bridge the couch and the ottoman.

Does anyone know where he is?

Even his blankie couldn’t save him (although my toes are a dead giveaway that he will not need to amputate any limbs with his safety scissors in order to be rescued.)

Wait! Stop! I'm down here!

Poor baby.  See how his arm is feebly raised overhead, as if he collapsed from exhaustion after trying to summon help?

All's well that ends well.

I can tell you this much: he’ll be up and at ’em again in no time.


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