“I don’t want to take a nap!” Leo grumbled.
Nana Jo sat down beside him. “Ah. You haven’t met the yet, have you?” nappi noodle
Leo closed his eyes. He imagined a soft, warm noodle—like spaghetti, but friendlier. It slid down his forehead. He relaxed his eyebrows. It slid down his cheeks. He unclenched his jaw. It curled around his shoulders, and his arms went heavy. “I don’t want to take a nap
Once upon a time in the little town of Maple Grove, a young boy named Leo faced the same struggle every single night: . He wiggled. He squirmed. He asked for water, for one more story, for a glass of milk, for the moon on a spoon. You haven’t met the yet, have you
Nana Jo tucked him into his bed. “Close your eyes. Imagine the Nappi Noodle starting at the top of your head. Let it slide down.”