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A few nights ago around 2 am I was sitting in bed pecking away at the computer.  Kathryn, who was sleeping next to me, started to wake up.

“TYSEN, where is the baby’s head!”

“What?”

Kathryn was sleeping on her side with her arm under her pillows.  She began frantically pawing at her right elbow and pillow cases, apparently searching for Arcadia’s head.  You will note that Kathryn showed no concern for the rest of Arcadia’s body.

“What did you do with the baby’s head! Where is her head?”

“Honey, the baby is in the crib.”

“What?”

I had recently de-pooped Arcadia and positioned her in her crib to sleep.  Apparently, sleepy semi-conscious Kathryn doubted my parenting abilities.