Yeah, well, babies are sort of geometric anomalies. They defy our current understanding of physics.
My upstairs neighbours had a lot of fun which resulted in a child being born. This means that Takhisis gets to not sleep because the baby seems programmed, with some sort of clockwork mechanism, to start bawling in the room slightly above his (without having participated in the fun) and Takhisis also gets to wonder how something the size of his forearm can move more air than the most potent turbo-fan he uses in the summer. At least, there's some small comfort in the knowledge that they will also have to deal with a lot of nappy-changing.
My upstairs neighbours had a lot of fun which resulted in a child being born. This means that Takhisis gets to not sleep because the baby seems programmed, with some sort of clockwork mechanism, to start bawling in the room slightly above his (without having participated in the fun) and Takhisis also gets to wonder how something the size of his forearm can move more air than the most potent turbo-fan he uses in the summer. At least, there's some small comfort in the knowledge that they will also have to deal with a lot of nappy-changing.
