So after a long stint at the park this afternoon we came home, he absolutely flipped out when he fell off the couch trying to do a stunt and started trying to hit me for asking if he was okay, then passed out.
At six PM.
So, he'd been acting tired all day and we rolled the dice that he'd just stay asleep.
As you can see by the timestamp, it is now 9:45-ish, and he toddled out of the bedroom while we were watching The Comedians of Comedy: Live at the Troubedour. He plopped down on the couch between us and laughed his toddler buns off to Eugene Mirman's only slightly inappropriate set.
Afterward, he turned to us and said
"I love that guy! He's the funniest talker!"