It’s happened. I’m afraid it’s happened.
SuperBoy, at the age of three years and ten months has stopped taking his afternoon nap. He still plays around in his room and listens to his music (Chipmunk’s Christmas CD is his current choice) and looks at books, but he doesn’t sleep.
You have no idea how afraid of this day I’ve been.
Before I know it he’ll be graduating from college. And I’ll be crying in the back row, not so much out of sorrow or joy necessarily, but because I always cry easily when I’m tired. And tired I will be with no more naps in the house.