I'm going to tell you a story about a baby who loves to sleep in his bouncy chair. A baby who is blessed with soft blankets and a lovely home-made afghan from Mama T. A baby who loves to be swaddled and covered and to stay extra toasty warm.
"Won't he smother?" You ask.
"Not with a paranoid mother who checks on him every two minutes. And please don't interrupt."
So, anyway, I was telling you about this baby who loves to sleep on his side. In the bouncy. Under a pile of blankets.
"Where is he?"