A Nod to Tommy

Tommy already knows this story, but the other night Lori went in to check on Matt before bed and shut his door (less helpful now that he can open the sucker himself, but I digress)...Lori peeks in, sees the bedcover but not Matt. Now where can that little dude be? Steps in the room, quite dark with just the nightlight, leans over the bed to look for some vestige of baby boy. Come to discover he had tucked the covers over and then under his noggin. Little boy was sleeping like Uncle Tommy, like a tiny little chocolate covered in lumpy wrapping.

And now to the second of two nods to the Uncle. Culvas, remember this?