Picture the scene. It is 8:30 pm, And Brian is standing in our room when I walk in and very carefully put the freshly asleep baby down. I look up and see Brian ... Sniffing.
Brian: "Did we leave a burp cloth in our room or something? I swear I smell spit up."
Me: "It's me. Brennan spit up on my shirt a couple of times."
Brian: "Do you maybe want to change clothes? Or shower or something?"
Me (already crawling into bed): "No way. He'll be awake in an hour. I am going to sleep."
It's like that, friends.