In just three short days, the word “Daddy. PLEASE do not electrocute my husband” came out of my mouth no less than 10 times. It was only when I gently pointed out that in the event of Patrick’s electrocution I would find my ass right back on his doorstep that he started paying a little attention to the damn electrical panel. Nothing like threatening a parent with the reacquisition of a child to keep them in line.