Enema-in-a-Bowl

Seems my daughter has been paying a little too much attention to what her Daddy's been eating for breakfast. For the past week, my little one has been requesting Raisin Bran every morning. Who am I to stand in the way of a healthy breakfast?  I hook her up. She gets a little bowl, some milk and a spoon [that may or may not see any action] just like her Daddy. She has her quirks, such as, eating only the bran and not the raisins. (Yeah, I know, it's disgusting to even think about that.) But, hell, it beats those mini microwavable pancakes she's been stuffing herself with for the past 8 months. Plus, that just leaves more raisins for my cereal. That's a cost-saving plus, mind you. I've been known to throw bowls full of bran flakes away if it looks like the raisins are hiding in the bottom of the box. Add to all this the fact that she takes forever to finish a bowl - which, subsequently, leaves me and my wife free to enjoy a cup of coffee - and we've got ourselves a winner here.

This new found breakfast meal is not without its downside, though. After all, it is bran she's eating. I won't go in to detail about what bran does for me, but, it's safe to assume its affects are magnified for someone as little as she. Let's just say my daughter gets a colonic every morning and leave it at that.  It's so bad, in fact, we may have to improvise the diaper situation for that first poop. Your standard size 5 just isn't working. Sometimes it's as if someone splatter painted her backside from the neck down. Yeah, she's in the shit. 

Perhaps I could outfit one of those big Ziploc freezer bags with some leg holes to help contain it.