Once when we were just toddlers, our dad was in the back of our house, minding his own business, when he heard a horrific racket from the living room. Of course, his thoughts immediately to his babies. He rushed to the front room.
And what did he see?
Baby A and myself running back and forth on the keyboard of the upright baby grand, passing each other without falling off.
Contemplate the twin physics of that.
Yours,
Baby B
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