Naptime is sacred

In the interest of not waking SuperD up from his 3 ½ hour-and-counting nap, I just crawled up the creaky stairs of my 72-year-old house on my hands and knees. His bedroom is at the top of said stairs and shares a wall with the stairwell. Don’t ask how I already knew that crawling is the quietest way to get up those stairs. Naptime is sacred in this house.