Sam wanted me to carry him up the stairs. I did not want to carry him up the stairs. So I walked up by myself, thinking he was close behind. I got to the top of the stairs and turned around to see my 2-year-old lying on the ground at the foot of the stairs staring at the ceiling. He then bellowed, "I'M HAVING A ROUGH TIME!"
Two days later Sam was, once again, laying flat on his back and staring at the ceiling. This time he yelled, "I JUST NEED SOME LOVE!"
He might be feeling a bit neglected.