His thin seven-year-old body flopped onto the blue sheets dotted with baseballs, basketballs, and footballs, and he buried his head in his pillow as he mustered the energy for a tired groan, “I’m so tiiiiired!”
As I grab his Bible from the desk across the room, he protests, “Do we have to read the Bible tonight?” and again with more emphasis, “I’m soooo tiiiiired!”