Some day, digital archaeologists will happen upon this picture and know that William collapsed tragically into an uncomfortable nap while spelunking under our kitchen table.
He attempted to signal me, using morse code and this flashlight, but he and his companions eventually succumbed to the soporific qualities of that comfy wool rug and surrendered to sleep before help arrived.
He took Disney down with him. Mickey and Donald – you thought nothing could destroy them, eh? That cup of juice just wasn’t enough for a thirsty boy, three puppies, a duck, and a freakishly large mouse.
Rest in peace, little adventurers.
I grateful to Sue for this napping genius, who doesn’ t even need to lie down in order to refresh himself.
This is going to serve him really well if he can still do it when he’s grown up. And judging by the ring around his mouth, he may have also eaten something while taking this standing nap, although that has not been confirmed by the source.
Forget the Nap Olympics, that would qualify him for Ripley’s Believe it or Not.
I see the future.
Weekday morning. 7 a.m. William will STILL not be out of bed and he will be nearly late for school. I will open the door and say “WILLIAM! You are GOING to be LATE!” and he will cover his head with his pillow just like this and say “WHATEVER, MOM!”
Bunny refuses to take sides.