It's been two hours. Any longer and she'll never get to sleep tonight.
I bounce onto the queen size bed, a luxury request she had asked for once she realized there was no plan B for nap time, "I want to sleep in your bed. On your side." She doesn't stir, still lost in dreams where play-dough, butterflies, and sidewalk chalk have lead roles.
"Sprite, it's time to wake up."
I lean over and brush her hair out of her face. Strands stick to her face,a combination of sweat and mere stillness. As much as I love this kid, I am so changing the pillowcase tonight. "Sprite, come on. Wakey wakey."
"Mmrr." Her hand reaches up to finish brushing the stubborn hair from her cheek before snuggling deeper into the sheets.
"Sprite! Let's go! There's things to do, playgrounds to explore, Daddy to climb on!"
"Not yet." Her hand rises up once more to flick back at me in dismissal. (I am not even slightly taking credit for that one.)
"Do you want some juice?"
"Do you want to go to the playground?"
I need to switch things up. To distract her is to awaken her. "Do you want to go to school?"
I'm going to pull out the big guns, although it may cost me dearly. "Do you want to go to Disney World?"
Only a heartbeat passes before she tosses back, "No, that's on my birthday."
I give up. "All right, you have five more minutes."
I walk out and catch a movement coming from her room. Coming closer, I realize what's happening and yell, "Blue, get off of Sprite's bed!"
The beagle leaps off from her state of rest and Sprite's feet patter across the hardwood floor as she darts out in front of me, her Medusa inspired hair reaching out at all angles."Blue, bad girl! You went on my bed, you go to time out!"
She stomps over to the poor mutt and grabs her collar, yanking the prisoner over to the Time Out mat near the front door.
Nap time is officially over.