Dorothy hasn't napped in many years. She doesn't nap when she's sick; she doesn't fall asleep in the car; she quit napping around the time she started walking.
This week was an exception. She had a cold and napped for around two hours in the early evening two days in a row.
She could not wrap her mind around it: Why are we eating dinner? What do you mean I already watched a movie today? How is it close to bedtime? You mean yesterday when I went to school.
I told Dorothy that she was older than four-and-a-half; she is now four-and-two-thirds. "What do you mean?" she asked. I said, "Just a minute. I'll show you." I started to walk across the room, intending to grab a few building blocks. Dorothy asked, "Are you going to ask Google?"