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“Oh, and Nick,” I interrupt before he can build up momentum, “the floor’s lava.” Then without another word, Nick leaps onto the kitchen counter, upending the cold pot of overboiled spaghetti and almost decapitating himself on the overhead pot rail. And I smile. Because it doesn’t matter if you’re dealing with shitty diapers, or a failing business, or even stage four bone cancer, when the floor’s lava, you get off it.

And I smile. Because it doesn’t matter if you’re dealing with shitty diapers, or a failing business, or even stage four bone cancer, when the floor’s lava, you get off it.