Margaret is nap-averse.
I mean, there are times that she will imagine considering thinking about taking a nap, but the planets have to be aligned and someone has to be making it worth her while.
And that means that nap time can be a little fraught.
Anyway, the evening of the day on which she refused to take a nap, also managed to acquire a marker and color on herself and the walls, she had a bath. And while in the bath, she got two washcloths, called one a pillow and one a blanket, and announced that she was having a nap.
Isn’t she sweet?