back to the poop
Didya ever see that old SNL skit “Super Colon Blow?” A classic, to be sure.
Sadly, the real-life equivalent of Super Colon Blow has become a staple in our household, after our visit to the pediatric gastroenterologist. We’ve also said goodbye to white flour in its many, delicious forms. But that’s not all!
We had to give the poor kid two enemas. And while the first one was really unpleasant, the second one was almost unbearable. Can’t remember when I’ve had more fun! Especially the part when I had to hold him down as he screamed, “You’re torturing me!”
It’s times like these that I’m happy that I decided, years ago, to keep my blog anonymous. Because I can’t imagine much that would be worse for the Potato’s high school dating years than having this story associated with his real name.
