Oh, unfortunate child, your mother has chosen you a nick-name.
“She’s just a little pooping robot so we started referring to her as “The Poo-bot.” I hope it doesn’t stick.”
We should have known that you wouldn’t escape a fate of being linked to bodily functions of the lower abdomen. Your mother and aunt entertained an entire white water rafting trip (and charmed the guide) with tales of their flatulent escapades.
Your parents had better start a “therapy-fund” – I fear you will need it.
3 comments:
Very Bakhtinian. Then again, isn't everything?
Ah, yes, Bakhtin...I always wondered how his name was spelled.
Hey, I'm happy as long as The Poo-BOT dosen't grow into The Whinny-Bot, or The SPOILED-BOT. But I am sure Schnucumbs and Sweet Pickles will raise a great little girl!
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