Here she is angry at me for trying to read instead of playing with her. She is sending waves of sulk in my direction:
Dorothy thinking, Mom is mean.
And on Sunday, when I was reading the paper in the morning as I always do, she spent a good two hours somewhat successfully engaging me in games of tug of war, and then resisting the nap that she so clearly needed:
Dorothy thinking, I do NOT need a nap. My eyes are wide open: