Naptime

"I'm tired," I sighed at about 3 o'clock today.

Angie peered into my face, the way she does when she's trying to make sure I'm paying attention to her. "Yeah, you tirerd, Mommy?" she asked. "You wanna take a nap?"

"I do," I responded, amused at the tone of her voice and the role reversal we were playing out.

"You wanna take a nap upstairs? On your bed?"

"Uh huh."

"Okay, Mommy. I take a nap with you, on your bed."

And so, we gathered up the things we would need for a nap -- ducky, a binky -- and headed upstaris. Within minutes, we were both asleep, Angie's arm wrapped around my neck in protective comfort. It was joyous slumber for us both while it lasted.