It's about 10pm, and Stupid Daddy and I are in bed, moving towards some action. Intimacy. Getting after it. Good lovin'. Christ, must I spell it out for you?!
Lilah, who has been crying intermittently since being placed in her crib a little over an hour ago, boots up again.
After some hemming and hawing and negotiating, we decide to bring her into our bed, knowing it's the only thing that's going to quiet her for good.
Me: Now what?
Stupid Daddy: Do you want to go have sex in her crib?
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