Sleepy

Every morning at a quarter to eleven Mr. Trouble on Feet gets sleepy.  Very sleepy.  He looks for his blanket.  He takes out his thumb.  He looks at me like I should put him in his crib now.  But of course, a quarter to eleven is never a good time for a nap.  It is just a few minutes before we need to load up the car to pick up The Banana from preschool.  It is just a tad before lunch, and lunch always makes my little guy perk right back up.  And if we can just hang on a little longer, that afternoon nap is just oh so much better.