September 1, 2010


This is just a warning:  the post below is of a graphic nature and probably contains way too much TMI.

But I don't care, because this is my way to debrief.  It's my therapy, what are you gonna do?

Is that sort of intriguing?  Am I pulling you in?  This is the last time: you've been warned.

Jack has been stopped up for the past week.  At one point he was writhing and wriggling on the floor of Target, (probably my favorite store ever), crying, and I was trying to coax him into dropping a load in the store bathroom.  I was unsuccessful.  I was also pushing the raw fruits and veggies (which really isn't hard with my boys) and tons of whole grains (again, not hard).  This was all to no avail and I finally called our pediatrician.  She "prescribed" laxatives and suppositories.  Gross, I know, but it has to be done.

When the "medicines" decided to do their job, I found myself hanging out with Jack in the bathroom.  We were having an in depth conversation about poop, which got quickly sidetracked by a dinosaur tangent.  When the conversation went back to poop, this is what he told me:

"Sooooooo water, milk and apple juice turn into pee.  Aaaaaaannnd yogurt, quesadillas, toast, and apples turn into poop."


Then he got a really confused look on his face and asked, "Theeeeeeeeeennn, what does jello turn into?"

I didn't have an answer for him.


Anonymous said...

Love the blog..TMI but very informative....Love Meemaw

Anonymous said...

Jello turns into pee :-) I'm so glad to see him smiling again!
Love, Nana