The portable crib came out of its box in three pieces.

I didn’t own a screwdriver, so I used the end of a butter knife and turned each screw a quarter turn at a time.

Toby lay on a blanket and watched me work.

Every time the knife slipped out of the groove, he made a sound like a little cough.

“You think that’s hilarious,” I said.

He made the sound again.

The box marked MISC had the baby monitor inside, wrapped in a dish towel.