"For most married couples, the arrival of the stork's delivery with their little bundle of joy is an occasion to be fondly remembered. If they are lucky, the newcomer will constantly smile and coo, eat tidily and sleep without interruption throughout the night. They'll be so good that from two days old they'll poo to order in their own potty, negating the need for a new washer to cope with the mountain of baby nappies to change! You might even forget that you have them. Indeed you won't even know that they're there because, in reality they're not. Wake up......you're dreaming! You've already had an hour's sleep......He's hungry again.......He's poohed his pants and he farts more often than your old man beside you!
I've a theory that if storks deliver good children then its the raven which delivers the beasties. From the moment some children first cry upon having their backside slapped, they seem to become addicted to the sound of their own cry and remain squealers forevermore. It's as though they were born to be drama queens; never happy unless they are overindulged, overfed, and always wanting to be over there when they're over here! Whatever they have is the opposite of what they want, though many might argue they rarely get what they truly deserve.
Were you delivered by a stork or a raven? Were you a cooer or a pooer? Ask your parents if they're still around to tell you or failing that show your partner these images and ask them." William Forde: April 29th, 2014.