The morning sun streamed through the condo windows, illuminating the twins’ nursery with a warm, golden glow. Michael was already up, standing rigidly in the middle of the room, armed with a small rubber duck, two towels, a baby bathtub, and an array of soaps and lotions that Marnie had carefully labeled for him. His eyes were wide, betraying both determination and panic.
“Michael… it’s just a bath,” Marnie said softly, walking in from the bedroom with a cup of coffee.
“Just a bath? Just a bath?!” Michael echoed, his voice almost shaking with intensity. He looked at the twin-filled cribs as though expecting them to leap out and cause mayhem. “Marnie… you don’t understand. Water… slippery surfaces… tiny humans with zero coordination… This is a battlefield waiting to happen.”
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