So, I awoke one morning to find my son calling me to his room telling me he was thristy. (Not unusual.) So, I got some milk, and trudged up the stairs, and told him to stay in bed and play until mommy and daddy got up. He said, "OK", and I thought he might just play and watch tv. When I called him down later, he cried, "I can't!" I asked why and he just kept saying "I can't...just because!" So, I went back upstairs, and found him sitting on his bed like this...(face hidden at mother's request to protect the innocent.)
That's my boy...my crazy, orky boy.