after a long night in the accident and emergency bob and jan were exhausted. never had any of their children given them so much concern, even when they had to rush their son in for what was now entitled "the spaghetti incident". bob paced up and down the corridor, pausing every so often to glance at the still figure on the bed, so pale he could hardly tell where jo finished and the crisp white sheets began. jan sat with amy curled beside her, almost as pale as her daughter wired up within. the doctors had given jo all the tests and cameras imaginable, completely at a loss as to her condition. he returned to his incomplete family, was about to lean his head on his sleeping wifes arm, when he saw a bright yellow tub nestled snugly in his daughters bag. curious he reached down and lifted the offending article, reading the legend slowly as if deciphering a foreign language. "Play-do"
"Oh, so thats why jos poop had all those colours in it."
