The third year
Arrange a babysitter tomorrow night, had been the command, and she had happily complied. It was fantastic to finally be able to have a few evenings alone now that the baby was getting older. She longed for her husband, and had started to feel almost resentful at his lack of initiative. So when the evening in question finally arrived, she had high hopes. After kissing the little one goodbye, and feeling confident, that he was well taken care of, she hurried in to the living room to her waiting...