My Husband, the Passenger Narcoleptic

I must be a good driver because when Tommy and I go somewhere and I am the driver, it takes about 5 minutes and Tommy's chin in bouncing off his chest. We could be going from my parents house to our house, roughly a 20 minute drive. He's done and snoozing in the front seat. Thankfully when we are going on vacation and he's the navigator (it works better like that) he'll manage to stay awake if there are some navigational changes that we would have to make. However, if the road is straight, like say, uummm, route 95 to Myrtle Beach, he's done! I'm driving, listening to the radio, watching him doze. The best part about all of this is that he doesn't lay the seat back. He thinks that he's going to stay awake! Nnooooo, I don't think so. None the less, I take it as a compliment that he thinks that I'm a good driver (insert rainman here) and he's comfortable enough to fall asleep. It's cool, I dig it!