Slumber of the Supplicant

For the most part, William takes after his father.  Engineer.  Analytical.  Actually has the capability to keep to himself for five minutes.  When I see this photo, though, I can pretend for a second that he’s like me…and that he fell asleep in mid-sentence for all his constant talking at people.

What was I saying?

The detail you might miss (if you weren’t looking closely) is the clasped hands.  Was he begging someone to restart his Disney film?  Pleading with his brother to stop beating him over the head with a plastic shovel? Appealing to God to bring him a Red Ryder BB Gun (carbine-action, two hundred shot Range Model air rifle with a compass in the stock and a thing which tells time, in case you were wondering)…he DOES have a certain Christmas Hummel air about him.

Or perhaps he is just dreaming of a very large piece of chocolate cake.

Whatever the case, it’s a sweet little slumber.

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