Moments before leaving for tennis earlier this evening, two of the biggest explosions on record took place by Liam and Leila, respectively. First, Liam upchucked about two ounces of milk all over the couch, floor, and his father. Then, minutes later, Leila started wailing over what turned out to be enough poo-poo to humble all the diaper manufacturers combined. I assumed I cleaned all of this off before darting off to play tennis, but I was constantly reminded this was not the case while jumping and lunging arcoss the tennis court. Forehands brought an accent of barfola while backhards seemed to wreak of poopage. Dead serious.
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