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.
“I don’t want to take a nap!” Leo grumbled. nappi noodle
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.” Leo closed his eyes
And that’s the useful truth of the Nappi Noodle: warm noodle—like spaghetti
His mom, tired and patient, tried everything. “Leo, just close your eyes.” But Leo’s eyes had other plans. They stayed wide open like two shiny buttons.
Leo peeked out. “The… Nappi Noodle?”