A Really Good Idea

Last Saturday we held our youngest son's 5th birthday party. He had a few friends over and everything went well until Theo was about to take a bite of cake and suddenly grabbed his side and began moaning. I immediatly went for a bucket, because that's what I do around stomach pain. I'm actually quite neurotic about this. But this didn't appear to be a classic case of the stomach flu. Theo was quickly incapacitated by intense abdominal cramping. By the time his friends were being picked up by (worried) parents, Theo was glassy-eyed and moaning on the couch.
Within an hour he was begging us to do something, anything to stop the pain. We called the doctor and she told us that you don't want to mess with an appendix issue, so it was best to head to the ER and get it checked out.
We did. He was admitted and x-rayed, which revealed that he was chock full of feces. I mean it looked like it was up to his neck. Throughout this whole process the only sound Theo made were small moans, and for the x-ray we practically had to use a car-jack to wratchit him out of the fetal position.
He was eventually administered an enema and we were told to encourage him to hold it as long as he could. I asked if we were talking minutes, hours, what? The nurse smiled and said, "You'll know." We did. After about 41 seconds Theo told us that he needed to go. Luckily there was a bathroom attached to the room we were in and we tossed him onto the pot in the nick of time. Just as the rear end let loose, so did a torrent of thoughts, desires, questions, and comments come out of his mouth. He could not stop talking. Jon said, "Sheesh, I didn't think these enemas were supposed to work on both ends!" We were both just thrilled to see him acting more like himself. When the doctor poked her head into our room and asked how things were going, Theo piped up from in the bathroom, "This was a REALLY good idea!" We all agreed.