early on, maybe on day two, i bent over a meconium-filled nappy, and marvelled at the similarity between the sludgy brown excrement and the gravy that a merimbula chip shop smeared over my order of chips two christmases ago. oh the stunned silence that greeted me and my packet of hot chips and gravy when we made our entrance at the boxing day screening of “the lord of the rings: the two towers”.
i thought maybe i could call her “maevy gravy”. i’m sorry to say that a song ensued.
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Sweet. Only a Mama could see the beauty in baby poo and gravy!
beauty? dunno. that was definitely the worst, most ghastly gravy i ever had the displeasure of consuming. in the end, most of the packet of chips ended up in the foyer bin.
the meconium, on the other hand… fascinating, this ever-changing poo bizzo.