an old illustration
With a new nephew joining us on this disastrous world, J and I were faced again with the usual question whether us amps would feel terribly lonely if we get real old or if one of us has to hang around longer. Not to add, kids do say the strangest things.
Just this weekend,
J : I still can't get the image out of my mind.
J: My father shitting. Having to stand beside him, making sure he's ok, passing him toilet paper...
Y: What kind of son are you? He's your father! How many times do you think he had to see your poop when you were a baby!
J: I know - but -
Y: Why do you keep repeating this? Why are you so obsessed?
J: Well, it's not everyday you have to - it's like not everyday you see 2 flamingos mating!
Y:"2 flamingos mating".
what the flamingo brought