Early in the days of Naps Happen, I posted a bunch of pictures of William out cold in front of what was actually a very loud keyboard playing an endless cycle of muzak songs. The problem is, the picture just can’t convey how deep his sleep was, in the presence of such horribly noisy, cheesy Christmas Carols and renditions of Bryan Adams.
Devoted nap enthusiasts, rejoice, for Cormac has discovered the piano.
It would appear that he does not find it soporific. William, however, is never impervious to the sweet strains of Bryan Adams. They appear to induce slumber in some odd, Pavlovian way.
Cue the bell. Cue the meat powder. If only Pavlov had known about Muzak.