Margaret is nuts. She needs sleep. She wants sleep. She goes into her room and sits in her bed – awake – for an hour and a half, talking, turning the pages of books, laughing, and having a grand old time.
But not napping.
And then when we drive 5 minutes from her grandmother’s house to our house at 4:45, what happens?
Can someone please explain to her that she is being VERY VERY SILLY?