LOCATION, LOCATION, LOCATION(I follow BOB as he runs into the bathroom. He has the awkward, unmistakable gait that accompanies an impending poop.)
MEDo you need some help with your pants?
BOBPlease! Hurry Mama!
METhere you go.
(BOB sits on the toilet, very still. He stares into the middle distance.)
MEBob? Everything OK?
MEWhere’s your poo?
BOBI think it went back down to my brain.