I'm Not Tired

This weekend, Eli tried to convince me that he was not tired.


And most certainly did NOT need a nap.


He tried to convince me of this by screaming, kicking, flailing, wailing and any other bad -ings you can think of.


So I set him down on the floor to let him work it out and walked to the sink for a take-a-deep-breath-Molly glass of water.


When I came back 15 seconds later, this is what I found.

I'm sorry little man.  You were right.  You most certainly do not need a nap.

You just need to pass out on the floor.

(And yes, I did move him to the bed.)