So it’s 3am and I was changing his dirty diaper and he’s screaming his head off the whole time, telling the neighbors what awful things I’m doing to him. And I’m like, dude, it’s 3am and I’m trying to help you out. I should be the one screaming. I could have just let you soak in your own filth until morning … but you don’t listen. Just scream like the banshee.