Sam woke up screaming this morning. He was clutching his belly, saying that it hurt so bad. His belly was totally distended and hard as a rock. He was saying, "Take me to the doctor, Mommy. Take me to the doctor!" And crying a lot.
He's been pretty &^%%R sick lately, so I was throwing my clothes on, gonna take him to the urgent care.
But then, just as I got my pants on, he came back in the room, all happy. "I'm better now," he said, laughing. "Feel my belly!" It was soft. Not distended anymore.
I asked Steve WTH?
Steve said, "I made him sit on the potty. He peed like half a gallon. Guess he just didn't know what a full bladder felt like."
Sometimes the simplest solution is the right one.
Oh. I get it. I'M AFRAID!
1 hour ago