Today was a vibrant Northern California Spring day. The sky was an eponymous blue and the oversized vegetation preened in the sun. I was taking a brisk walk in the hills, the frisky wind refreshing my skin and my outlook. Suddenly, from a house a half block behind me, I heard an ear-splitting scream. "NOOOOOOO. NO NAP. NOT NAP TIME. NO NAP. NOT NAP. EEEEEEEEEEK! NO NAAAAP!" I sped up, trying to get away from the sound of some unseen, willful, angry little person with a set of pipes made for heavy metal. Alas, the road curved, and the wind was blowing in my direction. The raging child's voice followed me for an astounding three blocks. "NO. NOT NAP. NOOOOOOOO". I wondered if mom's ears were bleeding yet.
Nap time. Finally a reason to be glad I'm not thirty anymore.
