Yesterday, desperate for socks, I was looking through Micah's dresser drawers for the sock drawer. But before finding the sock drawer I pulled open a lower left hand drawer and sitting inside was a cutting board. I looked at it for a second before closing the drawer and moving on. I'm not going to ask about it I told myself. It could be some weird kinky who-knows-what. I am not going to ask why there is a cutting board in the dresser next to his bed.

Then this morning I went into their bedroom and a dresser drawer was open with the cutting board sitting across it, making it like a stick-out night table. On top of the cutting board was a lamp, a bottle of Gatorade and a piece of chocolate. “It's Micah's little makeshift nightstand,” Paul informed me. “Oh thank god,” I said. “I found the cutting board in there the other day and I was worried that something really weird was going on.”

Because keeping a cutting board in your dresser isn't. Right.