Have you ever been too tired to eat?

Last night, I left John in charge of feeding a very fussy Jack his dinner while I went to get my haircut. The orignial meal I had planned for him went all over his highchair, his clothes, and the floor. Determined to not fail in his task, John pulled out the peanut butter (always a hit!) and Jack started to eat a PB&J sandwich. . . a few minutes later,

He looked over at Jack and found him asleep in the highchair, exhausted from the day's activities. When I came home, they were snuggled on the couch under a quilt watching TV. I was so jealous!