An Ode to the One Nap Transition
1 Nap. 2 Nap.
Red Nap. Blue Nap.
I do not think I'll nap at all.
I do not think I'll nap this Fall.
I will not nap, I'll play instead.
I will not nap, I'll play in bed.
Maybe I will nap on mom.
Maybe if she sings a song.
Maybe if she sings it twice.
Maybe a short nap sounds nice.
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I emailed the above poem to myself at 3AM this morning. It was quite the delight to discover, though it's somewhat concerning that we have yet to begin reading Dr. Suess, and I'm already knee deep in rhymes.
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