This is the dawning of the night that you first slept through. 10 pm, you succumbed to sleep, after fighting it as long as you could.
At one point, your father and I serenaded you with Bohemian_Rhapsody. We did a pretty fabulous job of it.
We owed it to you, after pops decided it was worth it to break our "no screen time" rule by showing you footage of Manhattan cable access talent shows from the 80s. No link necessary to the carnage of the developing psyche.
Thank you for helping me feel slightly closer to human.