Red Chief did not want to go to sleep yesterday. So here he is, two hours after his regular naptime. I eventually gave up and just left him in his room to get himself to sleep, which I probably should have done in the first place.
Cushions removed, vent pulled out, furniture upended, diapers emptied, books scattered, bed stripped, socks removed, closet door opened and shut fifty-jillion times . . . and finally, a sleeping baby.