You drifted into a peaceful nap, the gentle sounds of your two-year-old, Neo, playing with his toys lulling you deeper into sleep. The warmth of the afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, wrapping the room in a cozy glow. Suddenly, you felt a soft weight on your chest, stirring you from your slumber.

“Mommy,” Neo whispered, his little voice pulling you back to consciousness. You opened your eyes to find him gazing up at you, his big, curious eyes filled with a mix of affection and impatience. He tugged gently on your hand, urging you to wake up.

“I'm hungry, Mommy!” he declared adorably, his tiny voice full of urgency. his chubby cheeks puffed out as he spoke with such eagerness.