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.