Is There Something Wrong With Them?

I'm sure a small amount of fecal back splash finds its way into the children's digestive system. I think they might have some sort of developmental problem or syndrome that stops them from creating familial bond with adults. As hard as I'm trying, I don't feel like I'm ever really making a connection with them. Do you see what I mean? And having seen them, obviously, Alan comes to pick them up sometimes in their mum. But once she was there in the milking parlor blasting the shite off the walls with the hose, it wasn't white for very long. By the end, she was basically wearing a sort of sopping, shit encrusted sheet