Fridays with Floyd: Ruff Night

I walked in on Floyd sleeping like this.

I started cracking up because I thought he looked like he was hung over.  

And then we proceeded to have this conversation:

Mama: Floyd, are you okay?

Floyd: Uhhhhh, no, Mama I'm not.

Mama: Well what's the problem, Floyd?

Floyd: My friends made me drink too much last night and I don't reel good

Mama: Floyd. Archibald. (Floyd's initials are F.A.T) You know better!

Floyd: I know, Mama but rhey had rhese delicious shots of peanut butter.  And I think I had too many.... Can you bring me some water and tylenol??

Sigh...teenagers...