I'm not talking about the normal diaper stuff. I'm talking about bodily discharge in motion, vaguely cannibalistic activities, and microscopic familiarity with our kiddies' anatomies. I'm talking about things that should probably not be memorialized in writing.
Where once the King of Halloween confection was Candy Corn -- selling 8.3 billion kernels a year -- planners of today's Halloween parties lobby their new faves: the latest in gross and disgusting party food.
My cats or my future baby?: Barf on the floor; Pee on the floor; Has a brain larger than a handful of grapes; Not freak out when I want to dress it in a cute outfit; Not be covered in hair; Love me back.