Ways you know CPT Dick was watching the boy.

1. When I returned home, everyone was asleep but every light in the house was turned on.
2. The laundry I'd been doing, which was not quite dry, had been yanked from the dryer early so that CPT Dick could do a load of PTs.
3. Munchkin's toys were scattered around the living room, making me somewhat glad the lights were on so I would not risk bodily injury.
4. The bathtub had not been drained from Munchkin's bath.
5. The boy was asleep on the floor in his room surrounded by every single book he owns.
6. Despite 30 degree temperatures, Munchkin was dressed in summer pajamas.
7. The pajamas did not match.
8. The dinner I made for him and Munchkin as a courtesy was not cleaned up. A half-full container of sour cream remained, open, on the counter top. And other taco fixings could be found equally distributed across the counter, in the now scorched frying pan and on the floor.
9. CPT Dick's nasty-ass PT running shoes, which somehow smell of cat piss, were not outside or in the foyer per the rules, but right next to the bed.
10. My husband had managed to cocoon himself into not one, but two comforters on our bed, making it necessary for me to kick him repeatedly to give up some covers.