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Wife: Our son just flung vomit into my mouth. Me: Yay, another milestone! Where’s his baby book? I was not present at the Time of Flinging, for I was slaying daughter diaper poo in another room, but...
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I awoke suddenly to sheets of rain tap-dancing on the roof, werewolf-howl wind gusts, and the white-noise hiss of our baby monitor, my wife’s intent yet exhausted face lit by the screen. “Hey,” she...
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