Jack-Jack Doesn't Have Any Powers

Reasons why my youngest son may be a super:

1. He is stealthy. Twice today he snuck up behind me without a sound and grinned his gummy grin at me when I jumped.
   
2. He loves water. Sometimes he climbs into the tub fully dressed, just to see what's happening in there. When I say, "Time to wash your hair," he actually lies down in the bathtub! In a bathtub containing water! And two days ago, he let me blow his hair dry! Based on his brothers' hatred of all things liquid, warm, cold or comby on their heads, I'm suspicious.
3. The most telling thing is: he does not nap! Does not nap!!!! (I had to type that again with a few exclamation marks for blog-style emphasis). Today, I got him to sleep after giving him lunch, a sippy of milk, a bath (with soothing nighttime Baby Wash), pajamas, and nursing in bed with him. I felt very smug for thirty-five minutes and then he woke up! More exclamation marks!!!! The preparation to nap ratio is seriously out of whack on that process.
   

I'm accepting of the idea that each baby has his own personality that he came into the world with, but guy has me puzzled. As I type this, he's lying on the floor playing with a Star Wars light saber and chanting "mam-mam, mam-mam, mam-mam." If I hear the "zzshoom" of an intergalactic weapon, well, may the Force be with me.