Even though he's somewhat famous for using those words (and very frequently), today he cracked me up in his persistent denial of the sleep factor.
He had fallen asleep on the hour and fifteen minute drive home from Illinois this afternoon, and was more tired than usual when I got him out of the car and brought him in the house. I sat down with him on the couch and took the opportunity to hold him on my lap snuggling, a rarity nowadays since he is constantly on the go. Figuring it would probably be a good idea to not let him sleep much longer (since I intended on him going to bed at some point before midnight) I started talking to him, asking him questions.
"Are you tired baby?"
"No, I'm not tired." he says with his eyes closed and his head snuggled into my arm.
"Did you have a nice nap in the car?"
"I wasn't taking a nap... I wasn't sleeping, I'm not tired."
"You weren't sleeping in the car? What were you doing?"
"I was awake, I'm not tired, I wasn't sleeping" he mumbles, still only half awake.
I try to stand him up, asking him if he wants a snack. He lays down on the couch.
"Are you tired honey?"
"My son, keep thy father's commandment, and forsake not the law of thy mother... When thou goest, it shall lead thee; when thou sleepest, it shall keep thee; and when thou awakest, it shall talk with thee."
Hunter is 4 years, 2 months old