Max spent this morning with his Tillman grandparents, apparently exhausting his formidable reserves of energy. He spent the afternoon mostly doing what you see in this photograph. When I asked him how his morning was, he wearily croaked, "Grandpa ball, Grandpa Max, Grandma whee. Park? Milk." Then he put Superman over his eyes, evidently to guard against anyone who might be tempted to mess with his restful state, and resumed vegetating. Good times.