Mr. Bear can't sleep (his wife is snoring, his son is pretending to be an airplane, the fridge is whirring, the cuckoo clock is ticking and cuckoo-ing, the owls are hooting and the hedgehogs are snuffling). He tries everywhere before he finally gets some shuteye ("peace at last"), only to be immediately awakened by his wife's alarm clock in the morning. She asks him if he slept well, he replies, "Not VERY well," and she says never mind, she'll bring him a nice cup of tea. Which is what she did.
Anyway, we had a fun morning out with friends, came home in time for naps, and as Matthew closed his eyes as I was walking out of their room, I heard him say, "Peace at last" and sigh contentedly.