I just lied to Clark. A little.
Me: Beeba (this is what he calls my mom) wants to take you somewhere really fun this afternoon but you can only go if you take your nap NOW!
Clark: But I don't like naps. I'm not sleepy.
Me: Yes you are, I can tell. You're not doing very well this morning. You're acting like a boy who is extra tired and needs to take his nap early.
Me: Okay, you don't have to nap. Just close your eyes for just a second and rest your head and here, why don't you go ahead and wear these really soft pajama pants and why don't we shut the blinds AND the curtains and would you like to listen to your ocean sounds while you rest your head for a minute? And I think a super fluffy blanket would be nice for you. While you rest. Not nap. Just take a short rest. Then you can do the fun thing with Beeba! See?
Then he fell asleep. Because really, could he help it? It was pitch black and he was surrounded by fluffiness and white noise.
And then I ate left over drunken noodles and tom ka (bringing the total of calories consumed in the last 24 hours to about 6,000) and read blogs and stared into space listening to the silence and it was a little like being on vacation and.... now he is awake and singing in his bed and oh crap. I better call my mom and see if she wants to maybe do something with Clark this afternoon.
(PS. Before you think I'm an alltheway bad mom, Beeba is generally willing to hang out with Clark at any time. And a "fun thing" in his mind is just like, playing in her backyard.)