I have a friend. Let’s call him Kabir. Why? In the grand tradition of the Internet’s Elders iykyk.
About a dozen years ago, Kabir fathered a child. Now that would be a fairly unremarkable event to all outside of (and many within) the delivery suite where His Wife underwent a Dickensian length labour to bring their loudly wailing daughter into the world. The daughter who made Her Mother fart, shart and poop while making her way through Her Mother’s birth canal. Also the daughter who was then promptly labelled Baby X, X being Kabir’s last name, of course, after the cleanup.
