So we have a rule around here that on Wednesdays you MUST take a nap if you're going to go to Wednesday night church. Why? Because you have a history of complete melt downs otherwise.
So we settled you down to have your nap today, and you were in a goofy mood. You sang. You talked to doggy. You played with a pen (which I later discovered included graffit-ing your arm). You giggled. You did anything but close your eyes. So eventually we said, "OK, quiet time over, go ahead and get up and play, but you're staying home tonight."
Wide-eyed you thought about this for a moment. "May I try that again?"
"Why, yes," we replied.
So you tried again. Round two. Round three (always your choice). And eventually you finally were convinced that we really were serious and you took your nap. Four hours later from when we started this process.
Age three and nap time is still an adventure.
At least you had a fabulous time at church and a happy evening and good sleep that night and a happy day today.
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