On The Brain

I follow Lochlan as he runs into the bathroom. He has the awkward, unmistakable gait that accompanies an impending poop.

ME
Do you need some help with your pants?

LOCHLAN
Please! Hurry Mama!

ME
There you go.

Lochlan sits on the toilet, very still. He stares into the middle distance.

ME
Loch? Everything alright?

LOCHLAN
Mmm.

ME
Where’s your poo?

LOCHLAN
It’s nowhere.

ME
Nowhere?

LOCHLAN
I think it went back down to my brain.

Okay then.



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