I didn’t know what time it was when she first started yelling, but it was dark, so I knew it was very late or very early, and in this confused state of mind, I got out of bed and stumbled to Reilly’s crib, where she was crying that she had a boo-boo on her toe and that she needed a Band-Aid.
I carried Reilly to the bathroom and then to our operating table—I mean, BED—where Shawn, who was also awake, took the Band-Aid and peeled it open, causing the wrapper to emit two blue streaks of static electricity.
She said something along the lines of, Wow, did you see that? and I said something along the lines of, Yeah, I’ve seen that before—it’s static electricity, to which she replied, The things you learn at 4:00 in the morning.
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