Sandwich?
I have a love-hate relationship with sleep.
I hate being put down for a nap and I make a big deal out of waking up. I will grunt and stretch and wriggle. The only time I like to sleep is when I am in the sling and that is because I get to decide when I sleep. The only other time I don’t mind sleep is when I nestle between mama and papa in bed. I am like the sausage in a hot dog (except in this case I am a cocktail wiener)! I turn to the right and there is food. I turn to the left and there is play. Heh-heh!
The only bad thing about sleeping between my folks is waking up. They greet me with a chirpy “Hello!” or “Good morning!” but forget that they have morning breath… yuk! I have some moo before I sleep, but I don’t smell like something crawled and died (or pooped) in my mouth! And they wonder why I make funny faces in the morning… that’s me grimacing or holding my breath, folks!
Baby Isaac
