We walked into the kitchen and Bella excitedly held the twins, who were drifting to sleep in her arms.
"What happened in here?" She nodded toward the forgotten juice spill on the counter and dirty dishes in the sink.
"They were screaming like little party animals and dropped stuff, then I dropped stuff, and I screamed at them, and-" I stopped and Bella gave me a sympathetic look.
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