Today was your dad’s birthday. He watched you for a couple hours so that I could go ski. When I left you you’d just gone down for a nap, and I said a quick prayer that you’d sleep well for your dad and wake up in a happy mood. Apparently you only slept for about 20 minutes and woke up visibly tired and very cranky. Your dad held you for a bit and you fell asleep in his arms. He lay down on the couch and you slept on his chest for over an hour. He said it was the perfect way to spend the afternoon of his birthday.