What won't he sleep through?

My parents readily admit they may have goofed by allowing me to fall asleep to the sound of the TV. I don't remember that, but then again, I don't remember wearing a diaper, either, and the two probably happened about the same time.
Anyway, I learned from an early age to sleep through just about anything. Fireworks, fire engines, the alarm clock, thunderstorms, two alarm clocks and even a car-meets-telephone-pole crash right outside the house.
I've gotten better at waking to the alarm, but I still sleep soundly through the night. Anni can vouch for that, especially following the episode the other night.
She woke about 3 a.m. with a nasty cramp in her left leg -- the kind that makes you jump from bed and scream in pain. She did both.
The next day, she asked if I remember anything strange happening the previous night. Did I remember her jumping out of bed?
I vaguely remembered that. She filled in the details:
Apparently, my response to her yelping and one-legged hopping was simply to make some sort of grunting noise. Anni then told me there wasn't anything wrong with the baby, she just had a leg cramp.
"And all you did was grunt one more time and turn over," she said later. "You didn't even acknowledge me."
They say you learn to wake up instantly to the sound of a crying newborn. We'll see about that.