"Okay, someone didn't get the memo about it being an early bedtime tonight," Piper said, half teasing, half anxious, as she hovered over Wyatt's bassinette. He'd been crying for the better part of an hour, what began as measured whines steadily building into full-fledged shrieks. Piper had tried cradling him, she'd walked him around the attic, and each of the sisters as well as Leo had taken a turn at singing to the toddler, all to no avail. As Wyatt's cries grew louder and louder, his face became redder and redder.

"This is a problem," Phoebe said. "My nephew is turning into a tomato. An incredibly sad, yet still amazingly cute, tomato."