Nap? I don’t need no stinkin nap!
My Wednesday Pennsylvania babysitting duty has been pretty easy this year. The six-year-old Crankette has school, so after I see him on the bus, I only have the four-year-old to mind.
The four-year-old is a piece of cake; one on one is always easier. He eats whatever you give him; he plays quietly, minds directions and is generally polite. He also takes a one to two hour nap which gives Grandpa nap time as well.
Of course we don’t call it a nap. “Nap” is a word four-year-olds do not like. A nap is for babies, and Connor is definitely not a baby. I refer to it as quiet time and that seems to be OK.
This week I was informed by my DIL that Connor no longer needs a nap. “He likes to just rest a little downstairs.”
Fine with me, I can use quiet time myself.
Connor told me himself at least five times, “I don’t take a nap!”
So I did not intend to even ask if he wanted to spend quiet time upstairs, when after lunch, an hour before he usually has quiet time, he asks me, “Can I have a nap?”
"Why yes. Yes you can!"
Not only that, but he slept for over three hours. Apparently he played hard the day before and went to bed late.
It was an extra easy day today.
Oh, and while he was eating lunch, I was working on a new song on my guitar. He tells me,
“I know what song you’re playing.”
“Really, what am I playing?”
“'Ring of Fire’…Daddy has it on his play list.”
Dang, the little bugger knew what I was learning to play. It made my day.
Tomorrow I have to go out and buy an all black outfit.