Last night I forgot to let Jackson close the microwave after warming his bottle. He promptly started screaming, lay down on the floor, rolled around and continued to scream. Me, being the kind compassionate mother that I am, let him do so.
When he finally settled down and stopped crying, I looked over to see this:
Asleep on the hard floor.
I picked him up, smothered his little wet face in kisses and put him in his cozy bed.