I can imagine my parents had similar conversations when my brother Jeff and I stayed up all hours of the night talking about sports and whatever else grade-schoolers discuss at night to avoid sleeping.
Just like my parents, we don’t give up easily. And for the time being while my wife is pregnant, that means I play the role of bad cop.
Usually by the third trip into party central, she gives up, but not before offering up every excuse in the book, like the clock’s ticking is too loud or that the monsters in the closet wouldn’t be quiet.
By the end of the night, I convince myself that it could be worse. I could be waking up multiple times in the night to feed and change a baby.
And before I can think about something else, I look at my pregnant wife, and realize that day is coming at any moment.
Scott Levine is the Associate Editor of the Clinton Herald. He can be reached at email@example.com.