Got Diarrhea?

As I bent over to kiss *Mila* goodnight, my back locked into position and I felt a shooting pain grab my rear-end.

"My bum! My bum! Owwww! My bum!" I yelped. Hoping that *Steve* would emerge and straighten me out.

Instead, *Mila* grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up to standing. She whispered, "Are you okay, Mom?"

Then she whispered under her breath, so her Dad wouldn't hear, "Got diarrhea?"

I guess we've been watching too many Immodium commercials.

signed, the willow