I Didn't Poop

I didn't poop again after the one in Not-Mom's hand. She tried to make me poop again by rubbing wet cotton and paper towels on my butt. I didn't like that, and squirmed and cried (and peed). But she kept trying.

Finally we went for another car ride. This time we went to the doctor, and a girl there took me in back and made me poop. Then she showed Not-Mom how to push on my belly to make me poop.

I didn't like it, but I behaved myself and everyone said they were proud of me.

The big news is: I am a girl. I don't know what difference that makes. Not-Mom says I can still be called Ty, or even Tyrus, because it doesn't make any difference to her, either.

I went to sleep in the car on the way home.