Out of the Mouths of Babes?

So I haven't put the baby mirror up in my car yet. You know, the kind that in conjunction with your the car's rear view mirror allows you to see your rear facing baby. Instead, I've been relying on Brady to let me know what's going on with Luke. A few weeks ago, we were driving down the road and Luke suddenly goes from crying to instantly quiet as babies that age sometimes do. The relaxing calm that comes over me from a baby that has stopped crying changes quickly to worry as I remember that I had a blanket on Luke's lap and oh no, what if he's moved it up over his face and is suffocating, and I can't see him, and, and, and so on with the type of hyper vigilant yet cloudy thinking that comes with the combination of having a newborn and sleep deprivation.

I decide I'll just ask Brady if Luke has fallen asleep or not. The conversation:

Me: Brady, look over at Luke, is he asleep?
Brady: Yeah, he's asleep.

I decide that wasn't a good question as a passed out baby and an asleep baby would look the same to a 3-year old. Time to get more specific.

Me: What about his face, is the blanket over his face?
Brady: No. Yeah.

Okay that's no help.

Me: Look at his mouth, is it open or closed? Can you see it?
Brady: Unintelligible answer.

At this point, I look for a place to pull over so I can check on Luke. If you're thinking to yourself, why didn't she just do that in the first place, did I mention the whole sleep deprived/ cloudy thinking thing? Anyway, as I start to pull over, Luke wakes back up and begins crying again, clearly not muffled by any blanket. As we drive on down the road to the sound of an unhappy baby, I hear Brady say, "Mom, Luke's mouth is open." "Yeah, it is." I reply.