When Lulu was only four days-old, Grandma Bean and I loaded ourselves up in the van and began the long drive across country to Los Angeles. I sat in the back seat with Lulu and Grandma Bean drove. Everything went well until we were only 1 mile from the Grand Canyon.
I spoke up, “Something’s wrong with Lulu. She’s making a face.”
Grandma Bean turned in the seat to face me.
“Well, her eyes are squished shut and her mouth looks like a butthole.”
“She’s pooping,” Grandma Bean said. “That’s a poop fac...
Published on October 16, 2014 16:49