Today is the first anniversary of Sundays Are For Sebastian. Sebastian is my five-year old and he says some of the funniest things–we have no idea where he gets his material since his mother and I are rather boring, serious people.
Going back over my notes, I came across several moments when he was four and still taking naps. He no longer takes an afternoon nap, although he still likely could use one as witnessed by his falling asleep virtually every time we take a trip of any distance in the car.
So for this one year anniversary, I thought I would publish three interactions centered around his naps:
Me: “Sebastian (our four-year old who was clearly in a mood), are you tired?”
Me: “Are you grumpy?”
Me: “Are you hungry?”
My four-year old abhors (but desperately still needs) taking naps. Every time we send him off to bed, there is a huge meltdown (which I point out to him that it only reinforces my resolve, but…).
“Daddy, when we get back from the zoo, can I take a tiny nap?”
“Why, are you tired?”