Yesterday Payne and I had a battle over his nap. He was of the opinion that he didn't need one and I was of the opinion that I didn't care whether he needed on or not; I needed two hours of peace anyway.
After a few stern visits to his room and various re-tuckings into bed, all went quiet. Victory! I was quite pleased with myself.
When I went to retrieve him I opened his door to find this:
Sooooo I guess Payne translated "nap" to mean "gut bedroom in complete stealth mode".