Momnesia

My 'Rap' Name is Napper Pee

Emmie's nap runneth over. We've been trying to get her up but she keeps dozing back off.

"Emmie!" Scott snaps, in his new but temporary sucking-helium voice. "Get up!"

"MMmmmMMMMM!" she whines from her bed, where she is curled up with her eyes closed.

"Emmie, get up or you won't go night-night later!" he tries.

"Wow, that logic is going to totally escape her," I cackle.

"Emmie, I've got candy..." he calls from the kitchen.

My hair rustles as she hurls herself from the bed and whizzes past me.

"I gettin' up!" she announces, arms raised over her head. Ta-daaaa!