Tragic Sandwich

At least, that seems to be her take on it. Me, I love sleep. I’m well aware that I don’t get enough, and would love to get more.

But Baguette resists bedtime, and does everything she can to avoid napping. Here are some of her tactics:

• Yelling “Elmo!” as loud as possible, because TV will keep her awake.
• Standing up repeatedly in bed, because moving and looking around will keep her awake.
• Rubbing the ends of Mommy’s hair across her cheek, because . . . I don’t know. I have no idea why she felt the need to rub her armpits with my hair, either, but she sure did want to do that yesterday.
• Pointing out whose pillow is whose, because inventory will keep her awake.
• Staring fixedly ahead in the car when she’s clearly been exhausted for an hour, because thinking “How can I get rest without going to sleep?” will keep her awake.

I think maybe she’s in SEAL training.