Stairway to Heaven

Naps Happen ♦ October 13, 2010 ♦ 7 Comments

One day, I heard William’s talking Little Einstein doll get stuck on repeat, and I knew that a nap was happening.  What I didn’t anticipate was the excellent location.

 

 

Please spare me the shock that I allowed my son to sleep on the steps.  I immediately went to the bottom and piled couch cushions on the floor in case of a mid-dream upset.

Then I callously took this picture of the trapped doll.

 

 

…who was basically screaming in William’s ear, to no avail.

I left William to his snoozes.  A little while later, the doll gave up the ghost.  I looked again and saw William sitting up on the bottom step, looking bleary-eyed.

I walked away.

A few moments later, I saw this:

 

 

He slept peacefully for hours.  So, finally, did the doll.