A tiny creature of habit
My son Cyrus, 26 months old, is very particular in his bed time habits. He has to have his plush little bear to hold. He has to have a bottle of milk. Or two or three. He has to have a particular blanket with a particular design. A similar feeling blanket will not do. And finally, it must be with the fuzzy side touching him. If it is facing the wrong way, we have a problem, mom. He fussily insists on every detail being perfect before he will consent to trying to sleep.