Not a King of Infinite Space
The boys had croup recently. Baby Guppy’s lasted longest, and I was beginning to fear an ear infection because he was waking each night. If he woke again, I vowed, I’d take him to the doctor the next day. Of course, Guppy slept peacefully that night. But at 1:23 a.m., Drake’s crying woke me. I stumbled into his room, and patted him on the back.
“The M was scaring me, Mom,” he wailed.
I sighed. “Yeah, that’ll happen sometimes.”