My wife awoke this morning to the sound of our six-year-old yelling from the bathroom, “Mommy! Mommy! I can’t stop pooping, and it hurts!” He explained he had some “sloppy poop.”
Later this morning, my phone rang. I answered to hear the cheerful voice of my friend Anthony. “Hey, Pastor! I had nine bowel movements last night.” I’d never heard anyone more excited about pooping.