#1 Son claims to have trouble sleeping-- or rather, getting to sleep. The simple combination
1) lie still,
2) shut your eyes and mouth,
seems to elude him, though he claims to be doing all these. The problem usually turns out to be some book or other (and how can we complain about that?) and a tiny keychain laser light (ah, that's how). So The Man goes to check on him the other night, well after bedtime, and this exchange takes place.
TM: Are you asleep?
#1 Son (lying unnaturally still with hands under covers): Almost.
TM (sighing, pulls back the covers and finds #1 Son holding a small foldup Frisbee): What's this?
#1 Son: I needed something to do!
What do you even say to that?