A few weeks ago The Boss and Min and I took what I like to call a Red Eye Road Trip or a RERT home to Northern Virginia. A RERT is when your round-trip drive takes about the same amount of hours as you will spend at your destination.
Obviously, I made up the term RERT, but I feel confident that it’ll catch on.
We were home for such a short period of time that we packed one bag for Min and Me and The Boss pretty much just shoved all his stuff into his pockets.
Your dad will have toothpaste at the house, right? CHECK.
Clothes on my back, CHECK.
Must be nice to be a dude.
So we get to my dad’s house around 9 p.m., totally exhausted and ready for bed when my dad suggests (again) that Min sleep in a drawer.
Yes, I said again.
The first time we went to Northern Virginia with Min, he was 3 months old at which time my dad enthusiastically suggested our baby sleep in a drawer. While we declined his offer back then that didn’t stop him from suggesting the drawer set up again, but this time he had a case.
“The last time you were here, you said it was a tight fit for all three of you in your bed,” he said. “So I’m suggesting a drawer because it’ll be like a little crib on the ground next to you.”
He was right.
See, I have a full bed in my room at my dad’s and The Boss and I have a queen bed here in New York. And while you may not think six extra inches of mattress could make that much of a difference, when there’s a baby involved those six inches are like adding a 1,400 square foot extension to your house. And so our baby boy slept in a drawer. And somewhere in the world, the producers of “The Checks” episode of “Seinfeld” were smiling at all of us.