Sam is a constant blur of motion. He's constantly climbing on something he shouldn't, pulling something out of a cabinet he shouldn't, playing with something he shouldn't; he never stops moving. Joy and I have laughed at him on more than one occasion as he kicks his legs in bed to stay awake or simply shifts in his seat twenty times during supper, but we've never known the reason for his energy.
This morning he enlightened us.
We were lying in bed, trying to wake up and keeping an ear on Sam when we heard silence, then Sam proclaim, "When I stop moving I poop."
Mystery solved.
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