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The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.


Here is my question to you, do robots poo?
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Neva said…
What a hoot! This is a great shot! Hope everything came out alright!!!
3 March 2009 at 12:16
Doc said…
Yes, they poo. It come out like little nuts, bolts, and screws.

Doc
3 March 2009 at 14:05
Kris McCracken said…
Neva, he is struggling with the concept of using the toilet. After a great start, he is showing some reticence. Maybe the robot head will help!
3 March 2009 at 14:33
Kris McCracken said…
Doc, I could cope with that. This robot's poo smells pretty bad. Hence sitting him on the toilet for as long as possible!
3 March 2009 at 14:35
Tash said…
You ARE going to be in sooooooo much trouble in about 12 years...& I speak from experience. Glad no one can tell who this robot is. (BTW terrific headress).
I didn't hurry this (boys do take longer unless you can use the old country method of leaving them in w/o nappies - do you call them that? - in the back yard all summer)...and as we drive A LOT here it was convinient not to have to stop (well, we did have to but not immediately).
3 March 2009 at 15:06
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, it could be anyone under that mask!
3 March 2009 at 15:17
Sue said…
Is this the robot you leave to do your blog when you are busy??

Aaah...toilet training...I forgot how tedious it can be! But always keep in mind the wise words spoken to me when I was bemoaning one of my boys lack of immediate success and which helped me not to be too disheartened....
"He'll do it when he's ready. Besides, have you ever seen an eighteen year old still in nappies????"
3 March 2009 at 16:02
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, a) yes it is that robot. b) we were spoiled by immediate success, so the regression has hit us hard. And c) "have you ever seen an eighteen year old still in nappies?" Welcome to the drug and alcohol sector...
3 March 2009 at 16:14
Sue said…
His regression may have something to do with the fact that he has subconsciously registered a youngish interloper who gets to wear a nappy and people are changing that... so why can't he do it too!???
3 March 2009 at 16:35
kylie said…
obviously robots DO poo
3 March 2009 at 17:08
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I just think that he is messing with my head.
3 March 2009 at 19:10
Kris McCracken said…
Kylie, does Wall-E poo?
3 March 2009 at 19:11
kylie said…
there is only one robot you need to worry about.....
3 March 2009 at 20:11
Dina said…
I guess they do; seeing is believing. Great shot of the robot.
3 March 2009 at 22:41
Kris McCracken said…
Kylie, Metal Mickey?
4 March 2009 at 08:28
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, they're hard to work with, robots. Very stroppy.
4 March 2009 at 08:28
USelaine said…
Sue's diagnosis is spot on. Completely makes sense. Scents, even.
4 March 2009 at 17:49
Sue said…
Kris...so long as he never messes ON your head!!
4 March 2009 at 21:43
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, you really don't want a whif of this scent...
5 March 2009 at 08:28
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, he did pee on me FIVE times in less than three hours once...
5 March 2009 at 08:31
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