"The Truck-Stopper"
Mar. 4th, 2009 12:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
AKA "The Drain-Clogger", "The Tex-Mex Virgin Birth", "The Sunday Edition", "U.S.S. Turdtanic", "The North-West Logger" "The Gruntin' Groaner" and/or "Willy Wonka's ScrumdiddlyDUMPtious Bar" (just to name a few...)
Whatever you prefer to call it, you should know what I'm talkin' 'bout here. Any VERY solid, VERY dry-looking turd that's about as big around as your wrist. Usually requires a lot of grunting, straining and AT LEAST two full comic books worth of reading material to push one out properly. Not to mention three or four flushes to dispose of it.
Molly just did a 5-inch long one in her little Potty Chair, announcing it with a "TAA DAAAAAH!". I'm so very proud of my little girl! Kinda makes sense... during the last three days or so all she's managed were little tiny poops accompanied with a "Uh-oh... STUCK!"
***EDIT*** While I was typing out this post, she did TWO MORE OF THEM!!! WOW!!!
Whatever you prefer to call it, you should know what I'm talkin' 'bout here. Any VERY solid, VERY dry-looking turd that's about as big around as your wrist. Usually requires a lot of grunting, straining and AT LEAST two full comic books worth of reading material to push one out properly. Not to mention three or four flushes to dispose of it.
Molly just did a 5-inch long one in her little Potty Chair, announcing it with a "TAA DAAAAAH!". I'm so very proud of my little girl! Kinda makes sense... during the last three days or so all she's managed were little tiny poops accompanied with a "Uh-oh... STUCK!"
***EDIT*** While I was typing out this post, she did TWO MORE OF THEM!!! WOW!!!
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Date: 2009-03-04 09:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-04 09:55 pm (UTC)"She's just a poooop machine!"
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Date: 2009-03-04 10:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-03-04 11:02 pm (UTC)I was shocked at Caleb's 2 year Dr. appt. when they had to X Ray his gut because he had so much crammed up inside him. Fear the day you ever utter the words "Molly" and "enema" in the same sentence.