Poop Knows Best
We have a problem with poop in our household. Or should I say, lack there of. Quinn is interminably constipated. For this I have regularly given him prunes — which we lovingly call “dried plums”.
Quinn has come to make a direct association between eating dried plums and his ability to poop. And by direct, I mean that in his mind the one affects the other instantaneously. Like a miracle cure. For instance, he’ll be sitting on the toilet and call out to me “Mommy, my poop’s not coming out. I need a plum”. I oblige. Afterall, I am the one who always tells him, “You have to eat your dried plums, Quinny, they will help your poop.”
The package of dried plums was sitting out on the counter when we got home this evening. He helped himself to a couple and left the room. He came back in about 10 minutes later, grabbed another one and announced, “My poop needs one more plum.”
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