Binky had a little baby buckling and he was unfortunately quite homely.
"He has good posture, though," Belle Pepper said brightly and Binky t-boned her into the wall.
"His face reminds me of a bad dream I once had," offered Belle Starr. Binky t-boned her into the wall.
"Which end is the face?" asked little Hannah Banana pertly, scampering under the milkstand so that Binky t-boned her own head on the side of it, after which she staggered briefly, then returned to licking and admiring her little Frankenson with apparent sincerity.
"mmmyyy llllittttllle sssonnn," she murmured over and over, occasionally doing patented Binky muffle-screams of delight. Binky has a part-Nubian thing she does where she screams with her mouth closed. This is called a muffle-scream and it is almost always an expression of extreme delight.
"Wow," said all the Nigerian mothers, looking at their own kids, all of them so exquisitely beautiful, many with the faces of goat angels, and then at the little Frankenson. "Wow."
"Maybe his name should be Evander," suggested Abby. "He looks like he has already been in a fight."
"Wow," said Poppy, soberly.
"mmmyyy llllittttllle sssonnn," moaned Binky.
Oh dear, we ran out of time for the Dark Secret. We will have to do it tomorrow.
