we have been playing musical beds in our house since Keller got his tonsils and adenoids taken out a week ago. Nights and naps always find one boy or another in my bed, mine in theirs, and perhaps an adult on the couch trying to get a sacred three hours of sleep in a row. On this particular afternoon, I decided to try Coleman napping in our room, Keller in the room he and Coleman share, and Porter in the crib.
Keller immediately fell asleep, Coleman (who is my best sleeper at present) was not too excited about napping in mommy and daddy's room, but I tried my best to make it seem really fun. About 45 minutes after I put him down, I go to check on him. I open the door, the bedside lamp was turned on and the time on the clock was changed and Coleman was sitting upright in bed, looking suprised that I had inturrupted his wake time. I asked him what he is doing awake, he tells me "I didnt see the number seven (the boys know they cant get out of bed in the morning until they see the number seven). I remind him that he has no idea what a number seven looks like to which he replies "yes, but I did not see the number seven!"
He then begins to fix the pillows to make room for me to sit up with him and tells me we need to have a talk.

"what about, coleman?"
"Mommy, tell me about your day at the park, how is Porter doing?"
"He's good...why arent you sleeping?"
"Because I have a tennis ball" -which actually does appear in his hands from the depths of the covers...."and a football"...again, produces this as well.
At this point I am laughing too hard to even attempt a nap with him, so Porter and I join him.