The whole process took about thirty minutes. By the end, his tummy ache was completely gone. And Billy felt like the happiest little boy in the world. Curious about the future, he asked, “Mommy Wilkins?” “Yes, Billy” “Are you going to give me more enemas this summer?” “Only if you need another one, Billy. Do you think you can tell Mommy Wilkins the next time you get constipated like this?” “Yes Mommy Wilkins.” “That’s a good boy.” Already he knew he would probably have another sore tummy the next week during Johnny’s tennis lesson.

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