Me: Oh yeah. I can hear him.
Gwennie: Okay. So the thing is that he’s upstairs in his room, crying.
Me: Yes, Gwennie. I know.
Gwennie: See, the thing is that his room is right across from my room.
Me: Your room? Don’t you mean my room?
Gwennie: No. It’s mine.
Gwennie: Anyway, I was in my room trying to sleep when the little thing started crying and he’s really loud.
Gwennie: So? What do you mean so? I’m tired and I can’t concentrate on sleeping because the little thing is being really loud.
Me: What exactly do you want me to do about it?
Gwennie: Put a muzzle on him.
Me: Gee, let me think. Um. NO!
Me: Gwennie! If you’re tired go sleep on the couch.
Gwennie: I don’t want to sleep on my couch. I want to sleep on my bed.
Me: Then go sleep on your bed.
Gwennie: I can’t ’cause the little thing won’t stop crying.
Me: Well this is his house and he is the boss.
Gwennie: I’M THE BOSS!
Gwennie: Don’t you shush me!
Me: Hush! Do you hear that?
Gwennie: Hear what? I don’t hear anything.
Me: Exactly. The baby stopped crying.
Gwennie: Why? What did you do to him? You didn’t hurt him did you?
Me: No. He’s sleeping.
Gwennie: Well it’s about time! I don’t have all day to take a nap!