Out Like A Light

"I'm not tired," the gremlin screams when we tell her to lay down for an afternoon rest.

"So just rest," we tell her as she continues to protest.

After several unsuccessful attempts to get her to lay down on the sofa for a rest, the dad puts her in her bed. We take deep breaths as we listen to the tantrum in her room, but then a few minutes later... silence.

I walk in to check on her and she's out like a light. Not tired, indeed.