I hate to say it, but I told you so.
Okay, I love to say that I told you so.
Like I predicted, my poop masquerading as some black sticky stuff is no longer. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my poop is now wonderful. It's long. Bountiful. Yellow brown. It loks like a million icky pebbles. And it blows out frequently in both baritones and falsettos. Diapers fear me.
My only wish is literacy, so just like my Daddy, I could read a magazine while doing this.
But the only thing I read right now are the faces of Mommy, Daddy and Gram, and I for one, could not be any proud of what I produce for this makes me a man.
--WT
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