As our son got older and less likely to sleep in the afternoon, "naptime" became "rest time", and then, optimistically, "quiet time." There were still days when he really needed to sleep but wouldn't. One afternoon my husband said he was going to lie down with him. I came in later, thinking it would be a sweet photograph, but found that my son, then four, had the last laugh once again. The blankets are on the floor because my husband tried to create a cozy nook that would be more appealing to our son than bed.