Give the little fella a break!

My son, just a day short of his fourth birthday, started to have a mini meltdown last night around his bedtime. Wimpering, he collapsed into my arms and said:

Daddy, my brain is so exhausted! And my heart is telling me I need to sleep, Daddy!

He had that adorable twitchy, curled lower lip of the barely-contained cry. I could just eat him up, I love him so!