he did everything to resist naptime...
he tossed and turned...
he talked and giggled...
he fussed and complained...
he read and played...
he jumped and twisted...
he needed milk...
he needed a snack...
he needed mater...
he needed, needed needed...
and he wanted, wanted, wanted...
finally, i gave up...
and before we were to the end of the street...
he was snoring like a little, old man.
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