Me, talking to Darren after a couple hours of wrestling and nursing our hyperactive and squirming baby who wants so desperately to fall asleep:
"Here, she's all yours. I've done everything I can. Go make her sleep."
Darren obediently takes the child to the bedroom where I hear that Emma's crying ceases within just a few minutes. He emerges semi-victorious since he was able to get her to sleep, but laying her in the pack n'play woke her up. We listen to her cry for a few minutes, and then she falls asleep.
I try to talk again, wanting to tell Darren how sexy it is when he puts her to bed and that I really appreciate his taking the time to do so and give me a little break.
He grits his teeth at me and speaks low and slow:
"If.you.wake.her.up.you.are.in.so.much.trouble. She'll.be.yours.to.deal.with. WHISPER."
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what I like to call role reversal. May he always remember the agonizing fear that the spouse who doesn't put the baby to sleep will stupidly wake the baby up.
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