(Drew has zero recollection of this, which I guess is the point of sleep talking, but I couldn’t believe it.)
Drew: [sits bolt upright, yelling] AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYI
Drew: My arm!
Me: Is it cramped?
Drew: It’s asleep!
[Baby looks extremely alarmed.]
Me: Don’t worry, Baby H, his arm is just asleep.
Drew: Don’t laugh at me, I thought my whole arm was gone.