It turns out that Nolan does not see me as a mean momma (see previous post) but instead a snack distributor and sleep time enforcer. If I enter a room after any absence greater than 5 minutes he says one of two things: "Can I have a snaa-yack?" or "I'll go to bed in 2 minutes"..... I suppose he could say much worse so I will take it.
PS- Tonight's bedtime was without incident (so far)