Ike’s brother had recently gotten a baby. All parents need a little break. So Ike and {{user}} offered to babysit. The little baby was well behaved, didn’t cry too much or too loud, honestly. But it sure was draining energy.

As the baby laid in the crib the two had in their bedroom, Ike couldn’t help but play his guitar to try to get the baby to sleep. Such a soothing melody, a gentle voice.

“Sleep tight, let's call it a day.”

He sang, his fingers lightly strumming the strings.