Our little girl is growing up. Yesterday, Linda and I decided it was time. We picked the hottest day of the year to take apart the crib and move it into the bedroom. Violet’s getting too big for the bassinet, and since we only have one bedroom in our house, we had to swap it out for the crib. Of course, we didn’t have enough room in our bedroom for the crib, so we had to take the dresser out of the bedroom to make room. We put it in the living room, more or less where the crib used to be. As we hauled the dresser drawers out of the bedroom and slid them into place, I told Linda, “We must’ve done something wrong along the way. We’re both nearly 40, and we’ll be standing in our living room when we pick out underwear.” She wisely pointed out that it’s for Violet, and I should stop whining. Not in so many words. She said it nicer. But that’s what she meant.