The "t" stands for trouble . . .
This is what happens when I put the boys down for a nap and assume they are sleeping. Then start making dinner while talking on the phone. Clearly I wasn't aware of the happenings on our second floor. And to cap of this particular day, Henry had an "accident" in the car on our way home (which was already past bedtime). So after putting the boys to sleep I had to unplug a toilet and wrestle with a car seat to get the pee stained cover off in the 140 degree heat of our garage. All in a days work . . .
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