Recently Daughter has been constipated. Apparently this happens regularly (pun intended, motherfuckers) when babies start eating real food. Over the last two days, we've been giving her some natural remedies -- black coffee, bean burritos, the jambalaya from Table 52.
Tonight, the three of us were sitting on the couch, watching a How I Met Your Mother episode about the many joys of smoking. Daughter was laughing her ass off, wearing a onesie. Jester picked her up and put her on her lap. The following is a direct quote: "Mabye we'll horse ride this poop out of you." With that, Jester started bouncing Daughter on her knees. They went over one jump, and by the time they landed, this kid who I helped make had filled her diaper, crapped out the side, somehow missed her onesie, and left a healthy smattering of recycled pears and peaches all over her mother's dry-clean-only pants. Now that was some funny shit.
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