Our youngest, Caleb, MUST take at least six cars to bed with him each night (when he’s not in the mood for other things, like a baseball bat for instance). Sometimes he’ll creep into our bed to fall asleep and (after I move him) I have to carefully search to find all the cars before I hop in and land on one.

But my favorite story is the time we were watching some movie or other and suddenly my wife sits up because she hears something. Then I catch it, too — it’s snoring. His little head peeking out around the corner into the kitchen, he’s curled up in a ball and apparently not interested enough to stay awake.

I’m betting Drake and Caleb would get along perfectly!