The Poo Bomb: True Tales of Parental Terror

"It weighs about ten pounds. It's soft and squirmy. It must want something, because it's screaming, and you better be good at guessing, because it can't tell you what's wrong. It it were anything else, you'd take it back to the store and exchange it for one that works. But instead, you're expected to love it."
- Jeff Vogel, The Poo Bomb

Are you tired of parenting books that lie to you?

Books that spend half their time pretending that raising a baby is an impossibly, insanely joyful experience? And the other half telling you how stupid you are?

Want a book that realizes your newborn is an endless river of filthy diapers, unexplained wailing, and sleepless nights? Want a book that knows the first year of your child’s life is mainly marking time until it is old enough to run and talk and play and thank you for its life?

Then this is the book you want. Because while sometimes parents want to be all huggy and gooey and happy and lovey, other times they just want to blow off steam. This is the blow off steam book.

Rich with irreverent honestly and humor, The Poo Bomb is the bucket-of-ice-water of parenting books. It will say aloud what you feel guilty about thinking, with zero sentimentality and lots of dirty words. After all, if babies expect us to make them and feed them and give them ponies and cars, we should get to make fun of them sometimes.