The persistent knocking on the bedroom door woke me up.   According to the bedside clock, it was a few minutes past midnight and wifey was on her side of the bed, snoring loudly away, and blissfully oblivious.   "Daddy, please come and open the door. I want to stay with you and mommy."   It was junior, and I knew he wouldn't stop until either I let him in or his mom woke up and did so. It was in my own interest that I don't let that happen.   I sighed. More...