I have a book that belonged to my dad called Peter Church Mouse. There's a drawing of the antagonist, Parson Porridge jumping in the air as he finds yet another mouse-chewed church thing. His legs are kicked out in chubby splits, and his coat tail is dangling at just the right length and placement to give four year old me the best poop penis kind of excitement. When I read it to Rexina, the only thing she has eyes for is that man who poops in the air.
I love this. Loving hearing your voice, Davey!
I have a book that belonged to my dad called Peter Church Mouse. There's a drawing of the antagonist, Parson Porridge jumping in the air as he finds yet another mouse-chewed church thing. His legs are kicked out in chubby splits, and his coat tail is dangling at just the right length and placement to give four year old me the best poop penis kind of excitement. When I read it to Rexina, the only thing she has eyes for is that man who poops in the air.
Read aloud to my family and cried through the last third. I’d love to ramble with you sometime soon.