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“The noodle is reaching your belly,” Nana Jo whispered. “Let it be soft.”
“Well,” she said, “the Nappi Noodle stretches from your head to your toes. But here’s the trick—it’s a noodle that loves to be relaxed. If you scrunch up your face, the Nappi Noodle gets all tangled. If you kick your feet, it flops onto the floor. But if you lie quietly and take three slow breaths…” nappi noodle
“…the Nappi Noodle begins to dance. A slow, sleepy dance. First, it wiggles down your shoulders. Then it tickles your tummy (just a tiny, cozy tickle). Then it wraps around your legs like a warm, noodly hug. And when it reaches your toes? Poof. You’re fast asleep.” “The noodle is reaching your belly,” Nana Jo whispered
He was asleep.
Leo’s breathing slowed. The noodle traveled down his legs, and his feet stopped wiggling. Then, right as the imaginary noodle touched his toes— poof. If you scrunch up your face, the Nappi
Leo sat up. “What does it do?”