This morning I was party to an eruption, under which I was subsequently buried. There were warning signs before this: a lack of appetite, some substances of unusual character that were less than perfectly contained by diapers. But I did not expect an ejection from the top, and certainly would have positioned myself and my child differently if I had.
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