“How did you sleep, anyway?" I asked as he turned down the road just off my street. He shrugged. "Surprisingly really good. I thought I'd be awake all night since that has become kind of my thing this week, but I slept like a baby." "You do realize that phrase 'sleeping like a baby' is a total lie, right?" He glanced away from the road briefly to give me a confused expression. "What do you mean? Don't babies sleep through everything?" "Grant didn't." No, my little nephew was a downright terrible sleeper from the time my sister brought him home from the hospital. "Now every time I hear someone say that phrase, I take it to mean that they’re saying they woke up every two hours to eat, and then cried the other half of the night.”