How I Know My Father Has Relaxed A Bit Since We Were Kids.

Last night, BB had a little bit of a number twosies accident in the upstairs hallway. Unfortunately, my parents' house is carpeted in a dark brown shade the exact color of BB's turds so my father came upon this discovery only after he had already run through with the vacuum, which must have released the noxious odors. With the both of us crouching down and being unable to find the remainder of the turds, he instructed me to, "just spray it with Febreeze. It'll dry up eventually."

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It's tiring being doted on by your Lolo and Lola during the holidays: