This morning, when I got in from walking the dog, I found The Wife standing in the living room without pants.
There was a time in my life when this would be amazing. That time is over.
You see these days, if The Wife greets me without pants, it is because The Spawn has ejected bodily fluids on them.
I could tell it had been an impressive payload, since The Spawn was wriggling on a changing table without any clothes on at all.
But it was the fact that the couch was also missing a cushion that indicated this particular broadside was one for the history books.