Taran laughs and reaches for her clothes. She holds the torn pants up and gives me a mock frown. She doesn't bother actually speaking though, since we both know I live to get her naked as fast as humanly possible, which usually ends in the sacrifice of her wardrobe.

I drag my pants on as Taran forgoes hers in favour of her shirt, buttoning it up the front. When we're both half-dressed we walk to the baby's room together. By the time we get there he's throwing a fit bigger than ...