This is Jocco podcast number 403 with echo Charles and me Jocco willing good evening echo good evening

I had the biggest fatdest head of any baby that was ever born into the human species

My head was and remains a combination of the head from the alien and alien and a prize-winning

albino cassaba melon from the Iowa state fair I

Feel truly sorry for my parents Patricia Shea Whitman and Robert Bob Wilson when I imagine them

Cradling my doughy giganticness in the rain soaked winter of 1966 on their houseboat in Seattle

I was one of those tauts that you see

And gasp under your breath and quizzical horror. I wasn't one of those babies that made it easy for viewers to hide their surprised

revulsion

I'm sure no one knew that I'm sure no one knew what to say when they saw my white

bloated Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade head loathing about on my snowy damp potato sack body

I was like some kind of larva. I was the color of grub worms that have never seen the sun

Picture an ash in manatee with a tiny human face

Now picture this creature screaming to have its diaper changed you get the idea

No, you don't. I need to keep going. I'm not sure if you fully understand the large-headed pale horror of baby rain

If there were a maggot with vaguely human features wrapped in swaddling clothes, that would have been me

The University of Washington Hospital probably bleached the entire pediatric ward after I left due to my resemblance of a life-size

blood white blood

I was like Louie Anderson with the head of ET

If the nurse at the hospital had swapped me with a big-eyed albino hippo baby that would have explained everything

Instead my parents were handed a lumpy job of the hut like infant that made sounds like a calf being scrambled by an octopus

me

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