Willow slept late this morning. And lovely as it is to stay in bed until it's light out, there is always hell to pay and I find I can't really enjoy my luxurious sleeping in because I'm worried about the affect it will have on her naps. (Seriously. It's not worth it. If she sleeps until seven, she won't take a nap until 10:30. And if she naps past 11, she won't take an afternoon nap. Doooooom.)
So having resigned myself to a challenging day, I was playing happily with Willow on the floor of the living room at about 9:30 this morning. She was sorting through her books and handing me her selections. We read Curious George Rides and Curious George's ABCs and then she chose Goodnight Moon.
"Really?" I said. "Are you sure? That's a bedtime book."
But she was sure, and we read it. And then she immediately crawled into my arms and demanded to go to sleep.
And now she naps. Right on schedule.
Good trick, Pavlov.