You don’t really know what it means to have a child, the sleep deprivation, the emotional influx, until you go through it yourself. I pass by Bob Roland on my way to the coffee room. Bob has three kids. “How’s it going, Colin?” “Pretty good. Tired.” “Don’t worry, you’ll never sleep again,” he laughs. “But seriously though, don’t worry, it will get better in three months or so. Oh, and you’ll never sleep again.” He walks off laughing. “Thanks Bob, thanks for that.” I walk into the coffee room and there’s Barry, Bruce and Dexter. They all turn their heads and look at me. I think they’re going to say congratulations, or be jovial or something, but instead Barry says “Colin, we need to see you this afternoon in my office.” “Um, sure, what’s it all about?” “We’ll discuss it then.” “Okay, what time?”
