As I have mentioned before, the two older kids have what is affectionately known around our house as "Quiet Time" every day. This is also known as please-give-Mommy-one-hour-to-herself-time. It is not a naptime, and we try not to encourage sleeping because if they take naps, it'll be 10 or 11 before they fall asleep that night...and since they go to bed at 8:00, that's two or three hours of "Mom! I need to go to the bathroom!" "Daddy! I need water!" "Can I get a book? " "JOSHUA HIT ME!"
This afternoon, however, I lost the nap battle. Both Joshua and Anna were out within 20 minutes of being sent to their room for Quiet Time. Trying not to think about tonight's repercussions, I enjoyed the one-on-one time with their little brother (poor little third child that he is), and then when he went down for his nap, I enjoyed a long, hot shower. Ah, life's little luxuries!
About three hours after they were sent to their room, Joshua came out rubbing his eyes. I went over to give him a hug, and the first words out of his mouth were "Anna fell asleep!"
"Joshua," I said laughing, "you were asleep too."
"No I wasn't, Anna was sleeping, I wasn't sleeping."
"Joshua, you went to Quiet Time three hours ago, you've been asleep."
"NO I WASN'T SLEEPING! ANNA WAS SLEEPING!"
I'm not sure what he gives up admitting that he was also asleep, but it seemed to be very important that he believed he was not. And you know, some arguments are not worth having.
So we switched to snack time, and all was right in the world.