In no time at all Tracey had tucked Miss0 into her cot and crawled into our bed with the defiant and contrary Miss2.
"No," said Miss2, and lay down.
"Shut your eyes."
"No," said Miss2, and shut her eyes.
Eventually Tracey managed to settle Miss2 by stroking her hair. Then my daughter's breathing settled, her little eyes remained shut and so then, finally, did Tracey's.
'What the hell was that?' thought Tracey through a fog of sleep.
Tracey opened her eyes just as the hand crashed down for a third time on her face. SLAP!
And then she realized that it was her own hand.
Miss2 was picking up Tracey's forearm, positioning the hand above Tracey's face and letting go so gravity could do it's thing.
Who says nap time can't be fun.