Long ago in a land far away, my brother used to take naps.
Yours (if you had one) probably did the same thing when he was two.
Sam would take forever to go to sleep. At least, for two impatient, older sisters that were allowed to have a snack as soon as he drifted off, it seemed like forever. He’d play with his toys. He’d play with his toes. He would do anything other than drift off to dreamland.
At one point, one of our favorite snacks was a small bowl of chocolate chips. Not wanting to waste time, we started asking Mom, many times within earshot of our supposed-to-be-sleeping sibling, “May we have some c-h-o-c-o-l-a-t-e c-h-i-p-s later?”