Maybe someday, at 2pm, instead of screaming at me and attempting to argue about every single thing imaginable, from the color of the couch in our living room to whether our across-the-street neighbor is home to what Conor said to her yesterday morning at breakfast, she will say to me, "Mom. I know I stopped taking naps 3 solid years ago, but I'm so tired. I think I just need to lie down in my bathing suit with this giant stuffed dog and shut out the world completely for an hour." Maybe not. But man, it'd help both of us.