My daughter refused to take a nap today. After spending about 30 minutes playing in her crib, she began calling for Super Grover to rescue her from her nap.
“Super Grover! I need help! Super Grover! Help me!"
We don’t normally succumb to her demands for extraction, but we strongly believe in rewarding humor and originality. So once we were finished laughing, we plucked her from the crib and spared her the anguish of an afternoon snooze.
Super Grover didn’t save her. In the end, it was her wit that won the day.