Guilty, Bub?

Yesterday we had a battle of the nap time.  I knew that Bub needed to take one and Bub was adamant in his position that he was NOT going to take one.  We agreed to disagree and I shut him in his room for an hour, hoping that the singing and chattering and jumping would segue into sleeping.  It was not going to happen.

After the hour break, which I decided was as much as I was ever going to get, I opened his door to find him standing in his bed, looking HORRIFIED.

"MAMA! I'M SO SORRY!!"

oh, man.  What did you do??

"I was spitting out of my bed.  I'm sorry!!!"

oh, boy.  Don't spit in the house, it's naughty.  I'm tired.  Let's go downstairs.

"Okay, Mama!"