The week before Thanksgiving I had to work late a couple of nights. On one of these nights I got home at 7:45 and Martin and Aubrey were just walking down the hall from the living room into the kitchen.
Me: (after smothering them both with kisses) How’s it going?
Martin: She hasn’t had dinner yet.
Me: Oh, she hasn’t? Ok.
I start making a dinner for Aubrey.
During dinner seconds later
Me: Has she had a bath yet?
Me: Ha. What did you guys do tonight?
Martin: I kept her alive! And there was one moment when I thought I might have lost her. She was crying because she was trying to poop and I eventually just tuned her out a little and was watching the news. And then I suddenly realized that she stopped crying and I got really scared. But she was okay….and then she started crying again when I looked at her.