Afternoon Nap

I didn’t see them… then I peeked under the flannel and there they were — two tiny noses and absolutely zero plans to mobe.

Fish had burrowed in, turning the blanket into a deluxe cheese-dream bunker, and Reuben followed right after.

The flannel was warm and the boys were habing one ob those deep, peaceful naps where your whiskers do little sleepy twitches. No adbentures today, and “mom – please put the blanket back down…”

These two are Olympic napping hopefuls.