She tickled the bottom of my foot and nearly caused me to fall over backward.
“Smarty-pants!” she said, as she caught me, hugged me to her and then dug her fingers into my arm pits.
“Moooom don’t!” I cried, as I squirmed to get away.
My stomach gave a loud gurgling sound.
“Oh you sound hungry.” Mom commented.
But I knew that wasn’t the growling stomach sound of hunger. That was the growling stomach sound of my bowels about to explode again.
I leapt from Mom’s embrace and quickly replanted my bottom back on the toilet just as a second wave of brown muck squirted out of me along with several loud bubbles of gas.
“Alvin, why didn’t you tell me you had a belly ache?” Mom admonished.
“I don’t have a belly ache.” I said, “I just got the screaming-doodies.”