End of Naps! Crap!

I feel the need to document this week, as what may be the end of naps forever. Little skipped his nap at school every day this week with no warning, and no mercy. Today, in an act of defiance, he fell asleep in the car, was put into bed dead asleep, and 10 minutes later is singing Itsy Bitsy Spider to his turtle. While it's incredibly adorable listening to him care for his baby and teddy through the baby monitor, I'm shaking my fists in rage. 

I love his naps -- I NEEEEED his naps.

In a panic, I just emailed his preschool to see if there's room for him now on Fridays too, because no nap guy = incredibly cranky toddler and mama. 

An up side to the no naps thing is that we have gotten an extra 45 minutes in bed in the mornings, but I'm not sure how that translates: two fewer hours of sleep during the day should equal two more hours at night, right? 

Nope. Not for Little Duke McElroy. Don't let that sweet smile fool you. He is the devil.