It was an exhausting week at the MUGGER household. My wife, who’d valiantly fought off my stomach flu and Junior’s head cold, finally succumbed, probably due to fatigue from nursing her two guys. Then, on Tuesday morning, MUGGER III came into our bedroom just after midnight and announced with a stoic whisper: “Mommy, Daddy, wake up, I’m about to barf!”
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