For example, when I had him for a weekend soon after he turned 3 years old, and he did not go poop for a couple of days, I got a little concerned.
Erring on the side of caution, I decided to get some child suppositories to aid him in his release.
He had no problem with it at all. I guess I really shouldn't have been surprised given his age...so, when I explained that I'd have to put a little pill in his bum he simply nodded and got into position, bending over with bum held high.
And that was that. Simple as anything.
Right afterwards, Ty and I walked across our street to the grocery store. I figured we'd get some groceries and also kill some time while the pill worked its magic.
For those who have never used a suppository, the pill melts inside the anus which softens up the stool, and in turn causes the user to poop. It usually only takes an hour or so to start to work.
At the grocery store, we walked around for a little while, picking up a few needed items, and soon went up to the cashier to pay. The line at the cashier was packed of people even though it was the '8 items or less' line.
As we arrived at the register, Ty started doing a little dance from one foot to his next. The cashier, a grey-haired woman about my mom's age and obviously a mother and grandmother herself, asked Ty if he was doing the "pee-pee dance".
Ty replied loudly, "No. My bum feels weird. Daddy put something in it"
The woman looked absolutely startled and had a look on her face as if she was trying to convince herself that she hadn't heard correctly.
I looked around. Everyone within ear shot just stopped what they were doing. There was a sea of open mouths and wide eyes staring at us in every direction.
And although I explained the situation as quickly as I possibly could, and everyone eventually laughed, I still to this day, do my grocery shopping on the other side of town.
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My "re-butt-al"
My mom tells the story (I don't remember it) of a trip to the doctor's office.
He wanted to do the thing that he does when he asks you to cough.
I ran out to my mum yelling "Mum - he is trying to touch my balls".
My mum replied, "Richie - you get back in there and let him. One day you will like it."
As an addendum - I love my mum's quick British wit. And she was right - I do like having my balls touched now!
Love it!
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