My baby was relaxing on me as he sketched in his notebook. As I played with his hair, someone knocked on our door. The look he threw at it made me almost expect the person on the other side to drop dead. He closed his eyes, taking a breath and putting on his usual stoic mask before getting up and walking towards it. We’d been relaxing in Ciara’s nursery when we started getting bombarded by parents. After the third person woke Ciara, my baby snapped and quite literally chased them from our hallway with a threat to the next person who knocked on its door. Once we’d made it back...