Naptime

She’s right. We fling books. The other day Nicholas tried to stand his on its end to get some height to escape the crib, but the darn thing isn’t very stable. What else are we to do to signal that we are against the idea of naptime? We must fling books; she can’t hear us otherwise. She says she’s done with the monitor thing for us. So we must fling books. When we are out of books, we fling stuffed animals. When they are laying in a discarded pile, we must resort to throwing out our blankets. The thing that makes her snicker is when we resort to throwing out our pacifiers. She says the resulting hysteria generally wears us out enough to induce sleep and something she calls “a moment’s peace” with just two babies.