Harry sleeps on a cot in the kitchen. "Sleep" is a rather optimistic word for what Harry does most days, but as long as he's quiet, I'm okay with it. Other children his age don't nap at all - Darcy sits reading as I type - but Harry's parents believe he needs a nap, so I do my best!
Today, though, I heard more than the usual amount of rustling around through the doorway to my right, but instead of calling out a warning, I grabbed the camera and snuck in there. Think maybe he heard me coming?