Apparently, being a princess is pretty exhausting.
Jeannette sent me this picture of her daughter, who collapsed from exhaustion while she was participating in a Mickey’s Halloween Sing-a-long.
Shades of Roman Holiday, perhaps? Uh ohhhhh.
No worries. Apparently, Sleeping Beauty woke up on her own an hour later: no prince required.
At Naps Happen, we appreciate flexibility in sleep. Usually I mean that in a figurative sense. In this case, it’s quite literal.
I’m wondering if this child’s parents use Poppy-scented detergent on her socks? Either that, or she’s enjoying a very good, long stretch.
As always, Namaste, baby. Namaste.
On this day when so very, very many Americans are beyond frustrated by the infuriating futility of government activity…well…I give you this:
Riding a bike in a tent.
And that is all. Ahem.
The cool thing about writing Naps Happen is that you eventually become the go-to social media destination for any and all friends who witness a post-worthy nap.
That is exactly what happened this summer, when I was pinged by my college friend Peter, whose kids had fallen asleep on the pavement while waiting for a parade to start. That ground – it is so warm. Mmmmm. Sleepy spectators.
I hope the parade was more exciting than the anticipation of it, ’cause this event does appear to be a real snooze.
Ba dum DUM!
Bring on the marching band. We have to wake these kids up. It’s Fall!