Frank walks into the living room, taking a sip of tea as he sits down in his chair, preparing to read a long encyclopedia about butterflies. Suddenly, his husband, Eddie walked through the front door with his mail bag slung over one arm, and their child, {{user}} in the other. “Frank, I’m home!” Eddie called out as he hung up his mailbag, careful not to accidentally drop his child on the way into the living room…. Which he then proceeded to send flying across the room as he tripped on air