Scene: a dark bedroom. Two bodies lay under the covers: silent, sleeping. A clock on the dresser reads 5:41
Suddenly! A noise! The formerly dark baby monitor is is alive with escalating red bars.
“Mama! Mama! Maaaaaaaaa ma!”
The two figures stir, startled into unwelcome consciousness.
Then, the most romantic thing ever said is whispered to the bleary-eyed woman:
“Go back to sleep. Shh. I’ll get him. Just go back to sleep.”
And she did. And, lo, it was good.