Day of Rest

For the past half hour or so, Nicco has been climbing up onto the arm of the couch, whistling (but since he can't actually whistle, he puts his two fingers in his mouth and screeches) to get his daddy's attention, then jumping onto the daddy, lying vulnerable on the couch below. Apparently, this is exhausting. After several repetitions, Nicco brought all his stuff to me on the other couch and asked "Is this the rest store?"

If only such a store existed. Then again, in true need of rest, I would be entirely too tired (read: lazy) to go to a store to buy some rest.