Here's the set up:
After T.Rex was born, I purchased a night light for midnight feedings and diaper changes and placed it in the only available socket, which is behind a recliner in our room. The first time Dr. Crog noticed it and asked me why light was radiating from behind a chair, I told him that a gnome was reading back there. Thanks to his extremely colorful and active imagination, he was totally freaked out by this concept.
He envisioned the gnome as a wily South American type, which looks like an evil rutabaga, but I maintained that it was a pleasant, pink-cheeked Travelocity type of gnome, red hat and all, cheerfully studying a tome of gnomic lore.
Fast forward to yesterday, when I found this little guy for 50% off at Hobby Lobby while looking for a resin or papier mache deer head:
And then fast forward further to last night at 7:51 when I politely asked Dr. Crog to turn on the night light.
It was beautiful. He hasn't screeched that loudly since I goosed him during Snakes on a Plane.
Seriously, I live for this sort of thing. Ain't life grand?