Napping is hit-or-miss with Ben. Today was not a good day for resting. When told he wouldn't get to see his bff Andrew at T-Ball tonight if he didn't rest, Ben was a bit angered.
"You are a creep, Dad."
Although I fought back the tears, I did let him know that being called a creep by your 3 year-old is not exactly endearing.
"A creep just means a boy. Max is a creep. OK, maybe that wasn't my best example, but you get what I mean."