Protective Parenting Mode

So last night, we're chilling in bed winding down for the night. I'm on my laptop doing some work, and the baby maker is falling asleep. Pretty normal until... THUD!

I heard/felt what sounded like somebody jumping out of a tree onto the roof above our bedroom. As I'm going into Ninja mode looking for the nearest weapon of choice, Beth rolls over and says "Is it 8:35?" I'm like "Screw what time it is - Spiderman's about to get stabbed with this candle holder!" She rolls back over and says "If it's 8:35, the space shuttle just landed in Cape Canaveral."

Candle holder in one hand and alarm clock cord in the other (to strangle, then stab), I whirl around to see that it is indeed 8:35. However, lesson be learned. Next time the Tortuga from Lady in the Water tries to break through our roof and steal our unborn child, I'll be ready.

*Disclaimer - My wife was groggy and half asleep, so if asked she may not recall the true readiness of her husband and verify the details of this story.