Adventures in Napping

I think I am going to inaugurate a new series of posts, with the exciting theme “Places Margaret naps at 5ish instead of just NAPPING IN THE AFTERNOON IN HER BED, SILLY CHILD.”

This afternoon, after a morning spent running around the zoo offering unsolicited grooming advice to goats, she did not nap.

Until 5:15, in the backyard, when she came over and asked me to hold her on my lap.

And conked out.  Silly kid.