I very clearly remember him standing in a room, leaning against the wall while someone played music on the piano, and he was snoring. Softly, but snoring nonetheless.
Well, yesterday I released my inner grandpa. We were at a rocket launch waiting, waiting, waiting for the clouds to clear so we could launch. It was crazy windy and a bit cold, so my little guy, one of his teammates, and I got in my dad's minivan. They sat in the bench seat to watch a movie and I sat in one of those canvas chairs folks bring to soccer games and such. (My dad's van is fairly emptied out to allow room for his wheelchair.)
Anyway, there I sat, eyes getting heavy, and before I knew it, I was seriously asleep. I didn't know until I jolted awake.
Me: "Did I snore?"
Little guy: "No, mom. You kind of slurped."
Hmmmmmmm...I don't remember my grandpa ever sleep slurping.
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