It’s not Elijah this time, but … I should stop using real names here. We’ll call her ‘Lalayna’. She is three, tiny and as loud as a bullhorn, but with a very high voice. She is vivacious and flighty, and hardly ever listens to directions on the first go. Imagine the Tasmanian Devil, but adorable.
Anyway, this tiny girl had intestinal trouble today. As she stopped suddenly on the playground and looked at me with those alarmed eyes, we rushed to the bathroom. When she was done, I walked into the stall to help her. She was standing up, looking at the mess in the toilet, quietly whimpering, “My body is puking. My body is puking.”
That is – hands down – the best description of diarrhea I have ever heard.