At night, before bed, we go upstairs and check on the sleeping boys;

Weston is always asleep in the same position he was in when we turned the light off. Snug in his bed, cuddling George.

When we check on Dallin, the air vent is pulled up out of the floor and who knows what toys have been stuffed down there; the wipes are all pulled out of their container and they are in piles all over the room; boxes of old clothes have been pulled out of the closet and are thrown all over the room; the bed has been pushed away from the wall and Dallin is asleep under it.