The boys' nap time at our house is sacred.
We all need it.
But today Mason didn't want to nap. He didn't want to at all.
I left him to fall asleep in his bed.
He was in there for a while.
He talked to himself, sang songs, yelled,
and when I came back in this is what I found.
He had thrown all of his bedding and animals onto the floor.
And put his pants on his head.