That’s what I said to my four month old son this morning after he zonked out at 11:45 last night. Too bad I lied. Last night was Chinese Takeout coupled with the Twilight Zone Marathon with my wife. The little guy fell asleep on my shoulder with 15 minutes until the ball dropped. That meant, we had the most quiet New Years in New York City. My wife and I whispered ” Happy New Years” to each other and kissed ever so quietly as to not wake the baby. You know something? There was no other place I’d rather have been.