This is the end of an era
Paul erected the new flat packed baby changing table today, and I filled it full of soft things. Until recently I had no idea such items existed; I’m sure I was never changed on one.
As he responsibly tightened the final screw to exactly the required torque, he turned and gave me a solemn look that showed full acknowledgement of impending dadhood. We have baby furniture; it’s the end of an era.