An aureola doth not a saint make

Luca was dragging his feet on his way to school this morning.
Which is highly unusual.
He'd normally be fretting to go back to his school after a long boring weekend of being stuck with his boring parents.
I inquired if everything was all right with him, if there had been any trouble in the classroom or in the yard.
None of the above, he just admitted to being very tired.

If he and his partner in crime (Mimi-you-won't-get-me-out-of-bed-on-a-Monday-morning-without-a-crowbar) had not been up before 7am on both Saturday and Sunday to rush their breakfast to complete World 8 in Super Mario Bros, there may have been more of a spring in his step this morning...