CRASH!

Midnight, I careen into D's room to look for the meteor or whatever made that ungodly racket. No gaping hole in the ceiling, no smoke, no alien invasion. After listening for a moment and groping around, I discover that he's lying face down on the floor at the foot of the bed, arms and legs akimbo, still totally asleep! I put him back in bed and listen for a couple more minutes -- never stirs, never makes a peep.

That is one sleepy Doodle.