The door opens and a man with bags under his eyes walks in, takes one look at me, and raises an eyebrow. “New dad?” “Soon,” I say. He laughs. “Sleep while you can. It will never happen again. My wife is in there having our third.” “Third?” I stare at him like he is a circus freak. “Yeah, we’re crazy.” He shrugs and walks over to the urinal. “But it’s fun. The fact that you’re nervous means you’ll be fine. Only bad parents aren’t nervous about being parents.” I thank him and leave
