The room went silent. Mason turned white. We stepped outside, where he hissed, “You embarrassed me!”I replied, “I was just being resourceful. Like your mom.”Later that night,
he came home quiet. The next day, the yacht trip was mysteriously canceled. He vacuumed every rug, changed diapers, took the 3 a.m. shift, and left me a sticky note saying, “Sleep. I’ve got her.”The broom? Still broken. Still in the hallway. Just in case he forgets.