When I would wake up of the mornings Michael would holler at me in his way, since he couldn't talk, and I would go in his room and drink my coffee with him and watch cartoons, or just lay next to him, sometimes I would fall back to sleep, then I would wake up only to see Michael went back to sleep as well. He knew he was a mommas boy, all you had to do was ask him if he were a mommas boy and he would have the biggest smile on his face and look over at me.