Sleeping

This morning when I woke up, Mike had already left for work and Josh was asleep in my bed.  I said my prayer and then told Josh that it was time to get up.  I went to the bathroom and came back and wasn't at all surprised to see that he hadn't moved.  I sit down by him and gently touch his arm while once again telling him it's time to wake up.  He kind of sort of thinks about waking up and so I start talking about random things, trying to find the one thing that he'll latch onto and get him to fully wake up.  When I reminded him that it was Thursday and that Lyndsey was coming over and would be here in about 20 minutes, he opens his eyes and starts talking.  I smile because Lyndsey was only the 2nd topic that I had come up with, much better than the 6 topics it took yesterday.  Out of the blue Josh looks at me and says "I'm sorry I was carried away sleeping."
"What?" I respond, very confused.
"I'm sorry if you had to ask me like 2 times to wake up.  I was just carried away sleeping and so I didn't get up."
"Oh. You got "carried away" with sleeping?  That's okay.  Thanks for apologizing."
"You're welcome." And with that, he hops out of bed without another word and goes to get ready for school.  Isn't that sweet?  How can you not forgive a kid that had NO choice in the matter?