Still a little sleepyhead

Someone was not altogether pleased with my declaration that naptime was over.

In fact, someone decided he would just lie right back down, tuck himself in, and whine about it.

And shenanigans like that are why we don't leave 18-month-olds in charge of decision making around here.

(And yes, his mattress is on the floor inside that crib. Someone decided to follow in his siblings' footsteps and try life as an escape artist. We thwarted those plans pretty quickly.)