There we were, the three of us, taking our afternoon naps. I heard Jane start to whimper, so I dragged myself up out of the rocking chair and to her room. As I opened the door, I saw her standing in her crib looking so sweet. Then she looked up at me and said, "uh-oh!". I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, trying to figure out what was wrong. And then I saw it:
And, no, that is not chocolate.