On Tuesday night, I went over to the Sokol-Juns to babysit Jack. It was probably the easiest gig I’ve ever had. I arrived at 8 pm and the little man was already asleep. So I plopped myself on the couch and the grown-ups left for their night out sans baby. Ryan even gave me ground rules: 1) no boys and 2) no booze. So I watched the Lakers squeak out a win against the Spurs as the cats lounged out on the rug at my feet. I think I heard one little whimper coming from Jack’s room but it was nothin’. His parents got back around 10-ish and they found me in the same exact spot they left me in…and there were no boys.