Accidents with baby monitors happen, and apparently more than once. Seems that in my sleep deprived state I have a tendency to forget to shut the baby monitor off in our bedroom. The baby monitor then works as a P.A. system announcing our conversations about dirty diapers throughout the back courtyard. Welcome to the neighborhood.
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