Teenage Clair, with her shaggy hair, gave a tremendous poop, filled with goo goo beans and mush mush. Exhilarating. Stinky. Oh so pleased I was chosen to receive such an honor. Next time, Daddy, next time. Do not despair. Save your tears for another time, a time of geriatric poops, poops that are not contained, and when Clair has no memory of her bowel movements. That day will come soon. Soon, I say.
BTWC
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