I was making dinner in the kitchen, and Elena was looking at a book at the dining room table. She had been pretty quiet for a while, which is sometimes a sign that I’m going to have to clean up a big mess later, so I went in to check on her. She was out cold. I’m surprised she didn’t fall off of the chair.
This, of course, is better than the other thing that sometimes happens when a three-year-old forgets to take a nap – a nice little meltdown about an hour before her usual bedtime. Not that my three-year-old would ever do that, but I’ve heard it happens.