It's not a boy, it's a lamp

When Shauna and I had our first child, we lived in Provo while attending BYU. As you know, with a new baby a mother doesn't get much sleep and it is lack of sleep that enahances Shauna's nocturnal activities. One night I was awakened by a slight rocking of the bed. I couldn't figure out what it was so I rolled over to see Shauna sitting up on the edge of the bed, cradling our nightstand lamp as if it were a baby. The lamp shade bumping her forhead with each gentle rock of the lamp. I said her name a couple of times to wake her, but it didn't work. To get her attention, I decided to reach over and flick on the lamp. Lighting up her face, her eyes went big, she set the lamp down and went back to sleep. I reached over, turned out the lamp and patted our apparent second child good night.