My final alien remnants

Last night, I decided to shed my last interuteran connection--my belly button stub. Because my verbal skills are yet to be fully realized, I chose to clue the parents by pooping and emitting an awful stench. Even so, it took my sleepy father a minute to realize that it was gone. In what seems to be a developing pattern, he became squeamish and made my mother search for the remains, (which if you forget, looks like a raisin attached to a Serger stitch). Not only did she find it, but it seems that she is planning on keeping it for posterity. What's with these people?