(Daddy, breathless after having sprung out of bed like a freakin gazelle): What's wrong, hon?
My paper airplane is squished.
(Daddy laughing, cause it's 3:30am and what else can he do?) Hon, I told you you couldn't go to bed with it.
(Connor laughing as tears course down his face) I know.
(Connor goes back to sleep and Daddy goes back to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling wide awake.)