Waylon often wakes up from his afternoon nap confused and asks me, "What's for breakfast?" thinking that it is morning. Today he would not be convinced otherwise, so I gave up and made him oatmeal with blueberries for his afternoon snack. (Which he calls "sear-meal", an invented word that pronunciation-wise is a combination of cereal and oatmeal but just means oatmeal.)
He's also on a kick of telling me that he's not going to nap or getting all upset about the idea, and then proceeding to sleep for 2-3 hours in the middle of the day. I am seriously jealous of his life sometimes.
(Post swim and nap bedhead. Who says polar bear fleece jammies aren't for July?)
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