Today I was in the bedroom folding some clothes, while Sam and Mac were in the kitchen having their lunch. I could hear Sam making lots of noise and Mac laughing uproariously. For just a second I thought, "I wonder what she's doing in there. I hope she's not destroying anything." Then I realized that I really didn't care what she was doing as long as the baby was happy. Seriously, she could be torturing a puppy for all I care as long as Mac is not crying. That's all that really matters.