Sleep is a Waste of Time

I have decided that sleeping is a waste of my time. I loudly protest that my life is too exciting to take naps but Mom and Dad continue to ignore me. I was so mad last night when I heard Mom tell Dad, "He is so tired. He is just going to have to cry." And then Dad piled so many blankets on top of me that by the time I was unburied, I was, uh, nevermind. But I had no choice but to collapse exhausted on top of all of the blankets. When I woke up I was really mad. "Ben, you have to hold it together. You have to show them you don't need to sleep," I told myself.

The same thing happened at naptime yesterday; well, almost. I was reading my books and suddenly I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore and I just keeled over on my blankets. I later found out that Mom took a video. I suppose she is going to play it back for me to prove to me that I really do like my naps. Brother.