There are times when I spend endless hours choosing just the right words to portray what’s on my mind.

Not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to sit back and let pictures do all the talking.

I have zero doubt that half my son’s weekly sleep cycle occurs in the back of my mom van.

Someday, 20 years from now, he’s going to have a wife who nags him for falling asleep every time they take a road trip together. She’s going to shove him awake from his slumber, look at him straight in his eyes, and cry out in exasperation, “Have you ALWAYS been like this?”

And – thanks to good ol’ mom – he’ll have this photo collage to prove that his body and mind are defenseless when it comes to succumbing to sleep while riding in a moving automobile.

Resting his vocal instrument before the school concert.

On the way to big brother’s basketball game.

On the way to a football game. Go Huskers.

Getting pumped to cheer on big brother at basketball. Haven’t even left the driveway.

Sunlight won’t stop the zzzzzzz’s.

Neither will DVDs to the forehead.

Clearly half his wardrobe is the color red.

Even the motion of a rocker is just too much for him. How is this comfortable?

Nothing makes a better pillow than a limp little sister.

Narcoleptics unite!

Because eating sunflower seeds was…just…too…much.

My wish to you tonight is that you sleep as soundly as my son, Austin.

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