You can tell from my blog that I'm completely enamoured with my nephew Kenny. Why then, everyone asks, do you not want one of your own?
Welllll...because Kenny poops. Kenny cries. Kenny has (at last count) 4,329 toys strewn around the house.
The last time we were home I was told Kenny was constipated and hadn't pooped for weeks despite being given medication to help this process. The next day we bought Kenny a kick ass brand new pool that Kenny pooped in it not once, but TWO days in a row while I was there. It felt like a carnival game trying to fish out the poop with a net from the pool...but with a really bad prize.
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