The menfolk are up to their usual shenanigans.
There's a pair of siblings, a 6 year-old named Isaac and his 3 year-old sister Hera, that likes to come over [every day] and knock [overandoverandover] on the door to see if the boys can play.
Here's a typical afternoon.
Isaac: *knockknockknock* *DING DONG*
Me: put down whatever i'm doing at the moment and shuffle to the door. open it a crack. Hey, Isaac.
Isaac: Can they play right now?
Me: No, they're napping right now.
Isaac: No they're not. They're right there.
I open the door and peek around to find this.
Hera: So can they play now?
Me: Um, no. It's still naptime for another half hour. Come back after 4.
I'm so mean.
But hey. Naptime is sacred. I treasure it. There is no way in heck I am going to cut it short. I love my boys, but I also prize my alone time.