He didn't even make it to the kick-off.
Our Super Bowl party of three just did him in. It must have been the mass quantities of queso dip and fried food that I prepared for the occasion. Jonathan sat back on the couch, said that he was taking a break from eating his chicken and promptly passed out. One day this may be him at a college party after too much beer, where falling asleep so early could earn him a date with a Sharpie. Or worse.
But, for this time, it's just sweet, beautiful innocence.