“A Letter to the Afternoon Nap My Child Has Given Up” by Stacey Zapalac
Dear Afternoon Nap . . .
Dear Afternoon Nap . . .
It is hard to explain about staring at people.
Just a few months ago you were a pink-faced, crying infant.
Just a few months ago you were a pink-faced, crying infant.
I was in a Central Park playground one autumn afternoon with two extremely high-energy young sons, when a local dad offered to organize a game with them and other kids in the park.
“Is a tail a private part of an elephant’s body? Is a tail a private part of a mouse’s body? I can see an animal’s tail, so is it not private?”
I am running behind on dinner thanks to a last minute work emergency and bumper-to-bumper traffic on the interstate . . .
“Suzy, did Lucas have Lucky Charms again for breakfast?”