Fine. You know what, this is fine. He sputters a bit, tilting the hat up about halfway just so it's not so sweat inducing, and rolls his shoulder back for her access. He's gone from needing a pillow to being a pillow, a true transformation.

In the meantime, he is actually tired, the root of this whole thing, and if he needs it then he needs it. So it's a scant few minutes before his eyes close, head lolls, and he's out like a light.

Nap time it is.