So, as the story goes, Grandpa Ray volunteered to put Sisto down for a nap. He gave him a big hug, placed him in the crib and sat next to it with his hand in the slat. 10, 15, then 20 minutes go by and Nona and I can hear giggling and laughing. "Is he putting him down or playing with Sisto?" we asked. So we peak in the cracked doorway to see Sisto standing, holding on to the edge of the crib smiling so big and laughing and pointing at Grandpa Ray, asleep on the floor next to the crib.

He had managed to beat Grandpa in the game of nap time as well as throw every toy and pillow at him from inside the crib.

Here's the proof: