Taking Care of Lawson

At night, Lawson sleeps at the foot of our bed in his little pack and play crib thing. Sometimes he gets a little fussy and will grunt and whine without actually waking up. It's hard to tell if he'll just go back to sleep or not, or if he's awake and getting ready to cry, or if he's drowning in his own spit up, or has a dirty diaper that's bothering him, or what. It's times like these I like to play Baby Chicken with Jennifer and Lawson. It's like regular chicken where you go as long as you can before one player flinches. In this case, the loser is the person he gets nervous enough about the sounds he's making and checks on him. Guess who wins more often, Tyson or Jennifer?