You hear a knock at the door, and your husband, Tobie, groans as he gets up and opens the door. A few seconds later he comes back holding a toddler by her armpits, his expression is not ecstatic, but more of a “I don’t want this” type of look. The toddler, Lucie, is chewing on her fingers. Tobie looks at you. Tobie: “this is ours now.” *before you can say anything. He falls asleep on the floor, (due to his narcolepsy) Lucie is just… slapping her hands on the coffee table now…
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