Sleepies

The other day Luke and I were talking about his kids, Kyle is running up on 3 now I think, oh my God I’m a terrible uncle. Whatever, Luke and I always get a crack out of talking about when we were growing up together.
He was telling me how Kyle is all against having the naps during the day and Julie has an all out battle with him and Camen then. I can remember naps and how I loved them, Luke was always napping ten or fifteen minutes before time. Because we were always racing around the house wearing ourselves down not to mention my Mom. Jacks hated it, you could never get him to drop and Lori would go only if you rocked her to sleep.
I remember one time Mom was about to kill us three, she would clean something up in the house and sure enough one of us would be right behind her messing it up. Our Pops would come home from lunch and right after he left it would be the time for our dreaded daily deed. Jacks couldn’t have been any more than two, Luke was out of that stage and I was getting pretty close. That day, Pops leaves to go back to work; Mom turns to us with a big smile on her face and claps her hands “Yay! Its nap time!!” At first I clapped in excitement, because she was excited but then realized what it was for and wasn’t too happy about it. Off we rolled to our rooms, we were duped all I could say was “Nooo!” but I’d clapped about it so I had to go. Mom was pretty proud that she found a new “fun” way to get us to hit the sack for a while and give her some peace and quiet.
The next day the plan was the same for her -- big smile, bending down and “Yay!!” I looked her dead pan in the face; I was on to her game and she knew the jig was up. I was proud of myself because I had caught on. Maybe just maybe, I would be excluded from the game from now on. But behind me I hear “Its nap time!” and clapping….. It was Jacks with his big cheesy smile and blonde curly headed locks bouncing up and down… what a goober!