Experiments in Victorian Living

This week we have a full time nurse living with us and helping with Milo so I can work on my new project and Steven can finish writing his paper. As we crawled into bed last night in anticipation of a night of sleep uninterrupted by Milo's "la! la! la!", which always then progresses into "aahh! aahh!" and from there into all out screaming, Steven turned to me and asked, "Did you kiss Milo good night?"

"No," I said. "Did you?"

"No."

There was a pause as we both buried ourselves deliciously under the covers.

"I'm afraid the nurse is going to think we're bad parents," Steven said.

"We were good parents for the first six weeks," I countered.

"You're right," said Steven. "That should be enough."