After a long day of playing with Bryan, Jack convinced his dad that he didn't need a nap. At about 5 p.m., we made our weekly trip to the grocery store where he promptly fell asleep. It actually turned out to be a quiet and pleasant shopping experience, courtesy of Jack's calm demeanor. As I pushed him through the aisles, some lady said, "I don't think he looks very comfortable." My response: "I'm sure he's not." Trust me, he wouldn't have known if he was sleeping on a plush pillowtop or the grocery cart.
