Back when my son was born I didn’t get much of that magical thing called sleep. I would wake up in the living room with him asleep in my arms and figure out what time it was based on what show was on the TV. Occasionally I was really thrown off because I would be watching the nightly news program and expect David Letterman to come on next. Instead I would get an infomercial because I was actually watching the 3AM repeat of the news. It must be embarrassing to be a superhero that sees an emergency happening on the 3AM news and show up to the scene hours too late.