Way Family: Impressed

"Gerard!," Lindsey called out to her husband, "Gerard!" She walked upstairs and looked in his art studio - he wasn't there, just like he wasn't in the living room playing The Sims. Her ultra sensitive hearing picked up her husband's warm, familiar voice in Bandit's room. He seemed to be very quiet, almost whispering. She went a few rooms down and found him holding action figures of himself and some of his bandmates in one hand, doing funny voices, while changing her diaper perfectly in the other.
Lindsey opened her scarlet mouth wide in surprise. She had no clue he could do that! She knew he was good at multitasking - no one can smoke, blog, and eat Frankenberry at once like her man can - but this was different. He wasn't even looking at what he was doing diaper changing-wise; he was focused on Bandit and to keep her smile going while he made Uncle Bob use his drumsticks against Uncle Frankie's guitar. When he was finished, he turned to her, his face carrying a smug, "I was showing off because I knew you were there and would be jealous of my supreme diaper changing skills" kind of look.
"You surprise me, Gerard Arthur Way. You really do."
"In more ways than one?"
"Definitely, in more ways than one." He put Bandit in her crib and prepared her for a nap. It was now customary for Gerard to sing to his daughter for her to sleep - he spoiled her with his voice. He searched through his mind for songs.
"Do you think I should sing 'Disenchanted' or 'Mama'? I kinda want a Black Parade theme today."
"'Disenchanted', definitely. She is not supposed to hear 'Mama' or any of my songs yet until she's at least thirteen." Lindsey blushed a bit, slightly embarrassed by Jimmy's raunchy lyrics in their songs. Yup, Bandit was definitely not going to listen to her band for a long time. Gerard picked up the lonely guitar that was nestled in the corner of Bandit's nursery and attempted to strum the beginning acoustic on 'Disenchanted'. He softly sang the words.
"Well, I was there on the day they sold the cause for the queen/And when the lights all went out, we watched our lives on a screen-"
"-I hate the ending myself, but it started with an alright scene..." Lindsey sang along to her husband's song, making Bandit's eyes shine brighter. They continued in perfect harmony with each other, the guitar a little more than slightly off, and finished the whole song just after she fell asleep. They gazed at their baby, Lindsey's head on his shoulder, and watched her sleep and dream sweet dreams