Many parents see this endlessly useful invention as merely a means of ensuring that their children continue breathing throughout the night. And while that is, I concede, one of the primary responsibilities of any parent, this function of the monitor is vastly outdone by the ability to eavesdrop on morning mischief.
The only downside to the monitor in this capacity is the tendency for its batteries to die just when things are getting interesting. It feels as though I’m Houston having finally re-established contact with the moon mission, only to have the transmission cut short just as an astronaut begins to scream bloody murder:
“No, Ollie! Aaaaagg~~”