 When Jack and Jill s baby began crying incessantly they thought it was a phase. Eleven months later they were still hoping. Every Saturday Jack takes the baby downtown, away from Jill for a few precious hours. Sitting on a park bench, feeling like the oldest twenty-two year old in the world, Jack can t imagine his life will ever be normal again. If only they had a baby that didn t cry so much. If only they had a baby that wasn t intent on destroying their relationship. If only they had a baby like everyone else s. Fate decides to lend Jack a helping hand.