Playing is Hard Work, Mom

Late this afternoon, Noah was acting a little whiny in his exersaucer while I was working in the kitchen. The next thing I know, he's being quiet (always a bad sign, as every mother knows). I turn to check on him, and this is what I see:


It was too adorable! Playing must be harder work than I realized!

Falling asleep in random places is hard to do. Do I sense an uncanny resemblance to Uncle James?