Raar.

We're having a crib set up in the other room as we speak by two guys in their early twenties. Now the crib, surely, is a sign of impending fatherhood, but what's cracking me up is the way that my husband is protecting the lair by pacing back and forth and looking imperious. He is father, hear him roar. Raar!

Anyway, ironically, as soon as the husband stepped out for a minute they told me that the crib was factory flawed, and they showed me this huge split in the frame. They quickly packed it back up to return to the store, and were very friendly (though very dude-ly) dudes. They certainly didn't have to admit to finding the flaw, and were very efficient in dealing with the problem.

It must have been the baleful glower on the husband's face that made them behave.