Zach is one strange child. Well, maybe he isn't; maybe it's just that other toddlers I have known have been strange and he is normal. I speak of naps. He likes them. He is beginning to let us know when he is ready.
More than once this week, he has crawled into my lap. I received the message but figured I should at least give him a fresh diaper before putting him to bed. On both occasions, when I walked past the sleeping room to the changing station, he became quite anxious and commenced to whimper piteously.
On another occasion he took Cuppa by the hand and required that she fetch his soother which had ended up underneath his crib. Since he only uses a soother to sleep, once again the message was received loud and clear.
And when he comes to my lap with puppy and blanket, even thick-headed Buppa understands that he's saying, "It's time for my nap, Buppa." ↓↓
In my experience, this is not normal behaviour. Sister, however, is quite normal — at least in this regard. ↓↓