I'd put my kid to bed, grabbed my lap top and nestled into my own King-sized.  I had work to do for a client.  Fifteen minutes later, my bedroom door flings open, crashing into the wall.  "Mom, I think my tooth is going to come out!"  

Like any good mother who thought their child was in bed, I had jumped into the the middle of a project.  Looking up for two seconds I said, "That's nice, Love," and quickly started typing a few more things.