Son #2, Oliver, has been battling constipation for three days now with no relief. He’s been walking around huffing, puffing, squatting all day today. Poor little guy has been miserable.
Anyhow, I turned on some death metal radio show (metal meltdown on 91.1) on the radio really loud, mostly just to pester my wife. After just a minute, suddenly O (that’s what we call him) let out this primal scream and blasted out an epic dook1 into his diaper.
I’d like to see Christian Rock do that.
1. Think about the contents of a family size can of beefaroni.