Anonyhubby called me today sounding kinda shaken.
"She pooped today," he told me, "and it was the size of a baseball. Like, literally the size of your fist. She didn't even grunt that hard. First of all, how do you get something that big out, and second of all, how do you get it into the shape of a ball?"
He sounded like he was eyeing her from across the room, like she was going to call the mother ship at any moment to beam them both up for their anal probes.
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