The strength of youth

If this was me...
My feet would be numb, my knees would stop working, my neck would not work out the ache for a month, and the oil in my skin would adhere to the wallpaper and my cheek would be glued to the wall.
If someone tried to wake me and move me to prevent all of the above from happening, they would find themselves on the long end of a raised voice lecture about all the reasons not to wake me up.

Carson, on the other hand, slept through multiple giggles, an onslaught of camera flashes, and all sorts if tugging and jostling to reposition him.
That's what I chalk up to "the strength of youth."
I'm so jealous.