The Smarmy Carny

I am now officially convinced that 2-year-old my son was trying to taunt me tonight.

I took him out of his high chair and he was a bit fussy. I sat back down at my computer desk with my son on my lap. Within twenty seconds, I saw this:

I'm a night owl, so this isn't a late hour for me, but a sleeping child always tends to make one drowsy!

Now why don't I make him sleepy when I'm sleeping and he's batting me in the face with an empty 2-liter bottle?

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