In the very, very few days my husband and I had together before children, end of the day conversation sounded like this: "How was your day honey?", "Great, it was a long day at work, but I got a lot accomplished."
In the days with twins and a toddler end of day conversation sounds like this:
Me: "Guess what I found in Julia's mouth today?"
Me: "A toenail."
Me: "How did Laura do while I was gone tonight?"
Husband: "She hid a turd in her toy box."
Husband: "It's still there."
Me: Why? Why did he wait for me to dispose of the hidden turd?
Me: cricket, cricket
Husband: cricket, cricket