She looks so innocent. And yet beneath that sweet exterior lies a powerful being, capable of feats that leave her mortal parents shaking their heads in wonder.
The story goes like this: it was supper time, and I was holding sweet Ruby against me, her chin on my shoulder. She was sleepy, yet restless. I was struggling to eat a greasy chicken leg with one hand (and that is not the messy part of this tale). Suddenly vibrations below alerted me to the potential of a geyser about to be unleashed... A shake and shudder, and it passed. And then I felt some moisture as a loonie-sized schmear of poo appeared through the little one's leggings. I rushed upstairs and mangaged to control the damage - just a little spot on the leggings, none on her dress. Diaper changed, I returned to my chicken.
It was not to be. There on my chair and pooled beneath the table: the liquid golden poo of a breastfed baby! Further investigation revealed that there was also babycrap on MY ass. What the... ??
How Miss Ruby managed to get poo all over the floor and on my butt, but barely any on herself or my arms or shirt shall forever remain a mystery. However, I have my own hunch... She's a Poobender!
Looks like Tim called it, way back when...
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