My husband, who actually is capable of napping at any time and anywhere, even sitting up in a room filled with playing children (I’m so jealous of him), was “resting his eyes” in the same chair where I received the animal and blanket just days before.
The youngest climbed into his lap. “I want to play a game with Dad,” she said.
“Like what?” he mumbled.
“Like open your eyes and talk.” Long pause. “You’re losing.”
I’m not sure which of them I should feel more sorry for.