Release the poop from within
Finally, my son, who hasn't pooped for nearly a week, pooped at my friend Lamey Amy's house yesterday. He cried, fussed, moaned and tortured me and all within the listening radius ALL MORNING. He made several trips to the bathroom, only to be overcome by complete panic and he would jump into my arms off the toilet. The look on his face, you would think that he could psychicly see that the BIG NUKES were about to strike Lamey Amy's house. But, no, he is just scared to "release the poop from within". Not only did he proudly flush his poop down the toilet, just as the Lamey Amy household was about to eat lunch, he actually farted and grunted out some additional poop into our own potty at home later that evening and this very morning. Perhaps, he no longer feels that his poop is in fact a nuclear bomb, but is just as it seems, a smelly brown pile of waste product that mommy and everybody else seems to think is the most exciting thing since Johnny and the Sprites came to Playhouse Disney.