A few days ago Enoch was constipated. It was a bit traumatic, and a hard piece of poop was stuch halfway out of his butt. We knew he was having a hard time when he wasn't singing on the potty like he usually was. Sharon went to help him get the poop out, and told him he was having htis problem because he didn't drink enough water.
He was crying, and said, "Mommy I don't want to go on top. Grandma and Grandpa's Michael went on top."
He vaguely learned about death when Sharon talked about the star on the Christmas tree and told them about my little brother Michael that died. His way of talking about death is going "on top".
He thought he was going to die from constipation! Sharon told him he wasn't going to go "on top", that sometimes Mommy gets constipated, that it's OK and it happens to everyone when they don't drink enough water.
Sharon said he wiped his eyes and suddenly cheered up, then pooped a little bit later.
It was heart breaking that he worried about dying! He is such a deep little thinker, that little boy of ours. I hope he doesn't feel the need to worry about that kind of thing in the future!
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