Warning – crudity on a level only achievable by a five month old child

I thought I had a pretty high tolerance for all forms of poo. I mean, even the sticky black stuff you get in the very early days didn’t phase me particularly, but oh, my WORD, I have never seen anything quite like the present that Daisy just gave me…

For a start, there was loads. It was dark-ish brown, and sticky, the sort of poo Kevin and John (his brother-in-law) would describe as “velcro” (coz it will stick to anything). It was fairly overwhelming at that point, but then the little tyke decided to stick her FOOT in it, with subsequent squelching between toes. It was HORRIBLE! I had to ring Kevin at work to share the experience with him…