They can fight off sleep as much as they want, and do an almost believable job of pretending they’re not tired. At all. But their inability to cope with the word ‘no’ (without tears), and the yawns hidden behind upheld hands or turned heads is a dead giveaway. And what better way to deal with it than a nice long drive in the car. Guaranteed they’ll be off to the land of nod quicker than we can get comfortable behind the wheel, choosing our favourite CD to pop in the player. Which we promptly turn off because now we have silence. A brief spell where we can hear our own thoughts and hold an uninterupted conversation. Or we simply sit and look, me over my shoulder and matt through the rear-vision mirror, at how peaceful they look. How alike they are, and how beautiful. And how blessed we are to have them. And we feel just as refreshed by them napping as they do. Sometimes more so.
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