Fixed: Nappi Noodle

Leo peeked out. “The… Nappi Noodle?”

She demonstrated: In through the nose, out through the mouth.

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. nappi noodle

“What’s this?” she asked with a wink.

“The noodle is reaching your belly,” Nana Jo whispered. “Let it be soft.” Leo peeked out

Nana Jo sat down beside him. “Ah. You haven’t met the yet, have you?”

From that day on, Leo never fought nap time again. Whenever he felt squirmy, he whispered to himself: Time to find the Nappi Noodle. And within minutes, the sleepy noodle did its work. He imagined a soft, warm noodle—like spaghetti, but

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.”