" 'The Time Has Come', the Walrus Said...."

  To adapt a quote from Lewis Carroll (or Charles Dodgson for you bibliophiles), " 'The time has come', the Mommy said, 'To talk of many things.  Of never sleeping on the bed, because you're now scooting.' " (off that is....and yes daddy that did so rhyme.  It's called "slant" rhyming.)  I'm not allowed to sleep on Mommy and Daddy's bed anymore for my naps.  This is too soon....I can't just adapt at the drop of a hat.  Mommy has tried for two and a half hours now to get me to nap in my room.  She even switched the curtains with the ones in the office.  Not only did it NOT make my room any darker, it now looks hideous because they don't match at all.  I am appalled.  I can't sleep in a bright room, but I can't sleep in a decor nightmare either!  I may never nap again.  I don't care how much she feeds me and plays with me to tire me out.  Rock me?  Psh.  Take me for a drive?  PAH!  I laugh at your pitiful attempts to soothe me.  I'm not going to sleep.  NOT GOING DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?  Although, my belly does feel a little full, and I have worked awfully hard at being carried around all morning....that lullaby my elephant is playing sounds kind of nice....zzzzzzzz, zzzzzzzzzzz.