With the cats fed, the infant checked on (he’s still asleep) and the three-year-old properly set up with cereal, I duck back into the master bedroom. My wife is stripping herself of her pajamas, her breasts proud in the cold morning.

“Oh my,” I say. We went to bed late last night -- too late for my erection, which isn’t 18 anymore -- and the pajamas interfere with nighttime groping. I have neither seen nor felt her breasts in a while.