I only paused for a moment to pluck a couple weeds. It wasn't a covert signal for naptime.
Look, that's not even a comfy place. There are much, much softer places in the yard, where grass is lush and there aren't as many rocks and roots. There's an acre of squishy moss!
Get up, buddy. You're little, but you're still too big to drag around like this.
"No, Mama. I'm good."