Two nights ago, I decided to cut my hair at about 10 p.m. I keep my hair really short, about 1/2 inch at the most. I was going into the bathroom with the electric razor and my wife said, "That's not such a good idea. The baby's sleeping." Our five month old son's room is right next to the bathroom. I said, "No problem. It won't wake him up." And the razor didn't wake him up. It was the sound of a small metal wastebasket falling off the sink that woke him up. I put the basket there to catch the hair and it fell from it's four foot perch to land with a crash to rival a small bomb. Of course, it was followed by much screaming from the baby. This morning, I decided to bring a little toy I bought in New Orleans to work with me. It's a small, hand held thing with buttons. When the buttons are pushed, Mr. T's voice come's out. When I picked up the toy, I accidentally hit a button, of course, right when I was walking by my sleeping son. The next thing I knew, Mr. T growled, "QUIT YOUR JIBBER-JABBER!" (There are six different Mr. T sayings on the toy.) That's what a sleeping baby wants to hear, of course. The next thing I knew, "WAAAAAH!" I'm not a bad father, but I guess I am as dopey as most other Dads.