Wiped

I just love my sleeping kid.  I think they are actually created to pass out on the couch sometimes, so that moms replenish their soppy soft spot to hold in reserve for the days when simply saying "Good morning, sweetie" results in an epic meltdown because their name is "NOT SWEEEEEEEETIEEEEEEE!".

Yup, definitely for those times, I'll draw on this picture of angelic perfection...