 I remember when John, he was about 18 months old, and I'm getting him ready for a nap, and he knew it was coming. I'm changing his diaper. The whole time, Daddy, no nap. And we just keep going. I put him in his jammies, put him into his crib, put him down on his tummy. I say, Good night, John. I walk out. I shut the door, and I just stand there because I know what he's going to do. I give him about 45 seconds. I hear him in there huffing and puffing. I open the door, and he's looking out over the rail at me.