Why does my child think bedtime is a fight for survival?

The way my kid reacts to bedtime, you'd think I was offering them a one-way ticket to an alien spaceship instead of their cozy bed. They have the energy of a caffeinated squirrel, and I have the patience of a dying plant. But sure, let's pretend that I’m the unreasonable one. Who needs sleep anyway? 🤷‍♂️