Kleenex

Here's how "resting" time went today:

Grant: Me done resting?
Mom: No, you just started resting.
G: (fake crying) Me allll done reeeeeesting mama.
M: Enough Grant, time to be quiet now.
G: (more fake crying) Me neeeeeed kleeeeeeenex for my eyes. Mama mama mama, me neeeeed kleenex peeeeeese.....
M: (hands him a kleenex) Time to be quiet now
G: NO, ME NO WANT KLEENEX! NO! (shoves kleenex under closed door)
M: (through closed door) That's fine, it's your choice. Now it's time to be quiet.
G: ME WANT KLEENEX FOR MY EYES (starts shrill fake crying now)
M: Quiet time Grant
G: ME NEED KLEENEX NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW!
M: (open the door, hand him back his kleenex) Last time Grant, either take the kleenex or not, but this is your last chance. And stop screaming, it's quiet time.
G: NO KLEENEX! ME NO NEED KLEENEX! (and shoves it under the door again).

Then, for the next 40 minutes, he proceeded to whine/ scream/ cry/ plead for another kleenex while he crammed his arm under the door, fruitlessly trying to reach it again. Fruitlessly because I had already picked it up and thrown it away.

Is 4pm too early for him to go to bed?