45. That’s Enough
It’s one in the morning, I’m dead asleep with my wife in the living room reading. All of a sudden the baby monitor is blaring my 16-month-old son’s laughter in my ear, so I jump up, run into his room, and he’s standing in his crib pointing at the corner of the room and giggling hysterically.
I just stared at him for a few seconds before I grabbed him and put him in bed with me.