When Dennis was in Kindergarten we lived in a trailer park in Florida. I played with a little girl that had "Shirley Temple" curls. Oh how I wanted curly hair. Everyday her Mom would comb out each curl one at a time. I used to think how fun that must be. I had straight hair.
After lunch the same little girl had to take a nap and she would argue with her Mom but she always had to take a nap anyway.
I went home and asked my Mom to tell me to when it was time to take a nap. The first time my Mom told me it was time to take a nap I said: "Do I have to?". Her response was "no". I don't know what I thought would happen but I think I wanted to know that she cared about me.
When Dennis got home from school we were allowed to play. I think it was during this time that we traded all of our toys for marbles. When Mom found out she made us give back the marbles.