"Just playing, Mom"

Later this evening, I was in the kitchen getting some supper ready for C.  I hadn't heard X in awhile.  So, I called out, "X, what are you doing?"

I hear this faint reply, "Just playing, Mom.  Just playing."  I look in the next room and there is X laying face down on the floor half asleep. The picture doesn't do justice for how extremely pathetic he looked.  He was one tired little guy but he wasn't about to admit it.  Maybe he was playing possum.