Houston, we have logic.

Okay. I know. KNOW that nap time is short lived. I heard all about the phenomenon of three year olds suddenly refusing to nap. I dread the day this happens and sucks up the precious hour and a half I have to myself during the day to nap myself. We've had our share of battles over the impending "you-know-what". But with (mostly) good humor and an attitude that it is inevitable, I've usually managed to wrestle a nap out of my girl. Sometimes there are tears.

Then I've been known to say to Impling..."I know you are tired, look, you're so tired you're crying."

I was hoisted today, my friends.

I hear a chirpy, "Want a hug and a kiss from Mommy!"
and go in to a smiling face. I sit beside her and tuck the covers in. The Impling looks at me with a little smile.

"Look! Impling's happy!"

The smile expands.

"Impling's not crying!"

Now we have a grin. Understanding is slowly illuminating my brain, like a low watt lightbulb. Uh Oh.

"Impling's not tired!"

big grin.

"Impling's happy!" she chirps again. Smile smile smile...

giggle.

Guess who didn't have a nap today.

Couldn't exactly enforce it while laughing hysterically into her pillow, could I?

I'm doomed.


DOOMED.