...resulted in him taking a nap in the Joanne the caregiver's arms? He doesn't fall asleep in ours, and it wasn't even his bedtime. And when she tried to wake him up, he wouldn't. As a result, he didn't even eat lunch (he was only going to be there half a day).
This amuses me because the way I figure Eamon's thinking is this: "I don't know who the eff these people are. And where the eff is my Dad? Okay, maybe I'll just sleep and when I wake up this bad dream will be over. And if they try to wake me up, I'll just continue sleeping."
I got there just when he woke up.
But Joanne said that he had a pretty good day (I'm not sure if she says that to everyone). We'll see what happens again on Wednesday when I take him back