It's the weekend, so who needs a nap? When my mom made me, I made sure I fought her every step of the way. So I kept coming out of my room telling her I don't want to take a nap.
I'm not about to let her win this game. No way.
She let me be and then she found me here in the hallway. Napping. She then tried to take me back to my bed. I threw a big fit. But of course. Flailing arms, kicking, squealing...all the works. How dare she remove me from a perfectly comfortable nap spot. I like bonking my head on the wall and moulding. She put me in my room and closed the door.
She checked back on me after ten minutes because she heard some snoring. This is what she found. Who said I needed a nap? Obviously, I really don't need one...