Dami's mum moved in. So did Teni's.
One house. Two mothers. Endless commentary.
"Why is the baby's towel blue? He needs spiritual protection!"
"This stew is watery. Back in my day, we added five types of pepper!"
Teni screamed into her pillow.
Dami hid in the bathroom for two hours pretending to poop.
"I don't know what hurts more," he whispered, "the twins crying or my mother asking if I prayed before we married you."
"They're lucky I haven't started biting people."
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