Aimee says her son Elliot fell asleep under this crush of cushions while waiting for
Godot Mom to get off the computer and come help him put together his train set.
Except for the book sticking into his shoulder, it looks sort of comfortable and snug, really. But maybe I’m just teetering on the brink of madness after yet another day trapped in the house with my own nappers.
Sit tight, blizzard and ice-weary friends! Cross your fingers for that groundhog.