A conversation, in the kitchen, while doing the dishes:

Mom: My little Maggie was so tired tonight.
Dad: That's because she sleeps like Max.
Mom: You mean she sleeps on the same schedule as Max?
Dad: Yes! She sleeps a little in the morning and then when he sleeps in the afternoon. And that's it!
Mom: Are you saying you think she doesn't know that she is only 8 months old?
Dad: Yes. And she never stops moving. Always moving! When you change her diaper. Trying to dress her.  
         Feeding her. She never stops.
Mom: Sweet Maggie. I love her.
Dad: (sigh of exhaustion)