partied like a rock star

After a big weekend of sleepovers and birthday parties, he passed out on the way home.   It's hard work being 5.  Baby brother was tucked up next to him, awake, with the most patient, enduring look on his face.  As if to say, "being slept on by big brother who outweighs me by at least 30 pounds is just part of the gig."  Sometimes it's hard work being 2, too. (And it's hard work being thirty-something, 'cause one of us had to pull the two of them).