Because for a bedtime snack last night, they both had a dish of garlic. That's right, garlic: fresh, potent, eat-it-up-with-a-spoon and oh my god the smell coming off those children will knock you off your feet. Chance likes to grab my neck and hang on going up the stairs at night; last night I made him ride on my back. I still had to hold my breath. This morning, Paxton's room smelled like a Miskatonic University locker room.
That's one good thing about going to work. I don't have to be around when they poop.
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