Poor Clarky was constipated today. He was having an especially rough time after his nap. He sat next to me on the couch, pushing and straining, and he was looking right into my eyes, crying, and saying, "Help me. Mommy. Help me."
It was heartbreaking. Seriously sad.
I worked his little legs back and forth and eventually a box of apple juice seemed to do the trick. He was a happy little baby after that was all done.
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