Kid doesn’t know how lucky he is.

I mean, if >I< got to take a freakin’ nap every day, I’d be shooting SUNSHINE AND ROSES out of my butthole when I woke up.

And don’t even get me started on the pretty princesses, the unicorns, or the rainbows.

Or the tiny, sprightly, little elves with PINK TUTUS.

There would be a veritable  fantasy fairytale world around my general anus area.

But this kid?  OH HELL NO.

After-Nap time is also known as The Hour of Satan.

There is screaming, crying, flopping around… an all over protest at the very idea of existing takes place.  Then, suddenly, it vanishes and Cute Boy arrives.  Ready for his snack.   But with a little Satanic Grump Angst tucked in on the side.

“I Got Your Photo Shoot Right Here, Lady”

Unfortunately for him, even his Satanic Grump Angst is so damn cute, I just laugh.

(And the effort sometimes forces a cute, glittery fairy wand out of my butt.  Don’t tell.)