After Jude had been a Crankypants for a long time in the morning:
(Meaning he refused to nap despite puffy-red-sleepy eyes, he whined when he was sat on the floor, he whined when he was held, he whined when he was in the jumper/in the exersaucer/bumbo/bouncy, he whined when he was laid on his back, whined when he was laid on his tummy, and decided to throw every toy given to him. Shall I go on?) Anyway, Jude wasn't having a good morning, or maybe it was the pesky runny nose, or the pesky tooth threatening to pop through that was frustrating him to no end. So I placed him in his playpen to do some inevitable crying while mama managed to brush her teeth and put on deodorant. I had to look halfway decent to the world. I laid him down and left him to his own devices---and to a soothing "musical-Seahorse-stuffed-animal-thingy". I came back into the room a few minutes later to find him quietly occupying himself. He managed to make the Seahorse his pillow and he was quietly reading a book. Ahhhh.