When I was a kid my mom would often fall asleep while reading me a story. Like most children, I did not understand the desire or need for a nap, so I would remedy this situation by smacking her: "Mom, wake up!!!" I just couldn't understand how someone could be tired enough to doze off in the middle of "Miss Nelson is Missing".
Then I became an adult and just knew that my little slapping tendency was going to come back to haunt me in a Grandma Curse kind of way. But, as Michael has never had the patience for a full story (too busy flipping the pages and looking for windows to slide and flaps to lift up), it hasn't been much of an issue.
But lately, he has started having almost enough patience to sit for a full story. So we've been reading "Curious George" (which I love, but wonder why I am reading to my rambunctious destructo-boy). Yesterday we snuggled up under the covers with a stack of books to read, and by the time we got to see what mischief George had found himself in that day, the words on the page started to blur and I found myself stumbling over simple sentences.
The next thing I knew, Michael was whacking me over the head with a plastic ball.
So I would just like to take this opportunity to say, Mom, I'm sorry I never let you have that nap you needed.
Though, in my case, it's probably better that Michael did whack me out of my slumber. You can't trust that kid unsupervised in the same house with a toilet brush and a fridge.