I'm a light sleeper. One of my prerequisites in a guy was that he not snore. And Scott seemed to fit the bill quite nicely. (Well, except when he went out and had a few drinks.)

After we brought Maggie home, though, things changed. My peaceful evenings were gone. Yet I couldn't complain because I'm the one who brought a cat into the home of a guy who was allergic to cats. I figured the resulting snoring was my lot in life because of that inconsiderate gesture. So I went out and bought a set of earplugs.

But right now, as I type, my 3-year-old is in his room, sawing logs.

What did I ever do to him?