A Concerned Aunt
Nearly a fortnight has passed since the Young Sir traveled to Austin to visit his favorite aunt.
The Young Sir is small in stature and stout in girth. He's very charming and smart. And he has a lot to say about everything. Opinionated, like his father.
He likes it when you tickle his toes. And he especially loves to find his aunt's purse and take everything out of it. Especially her phone, wallet, and credit cards. He's a man on the go with distinguished tastes. One may often find him snacking on croissants or calamari, which are among his favorites.
His other interests include laughing, singing, running outdoors, taking care of the environment, and playing with red motorcyles that his aunt buys him from Wal-Mart.
And he loves his aunt.
One fine evening whilst in Austin, the Young Sir and his entourage went to a late dinner at P Terry's. The evening was quite lovely. The Young Sir feasted on a chicken burger patty and sang along with a nearby party as they sang "Happy Birthday" to their friend. He is always delighted to see others enjoy themselves, and was only too happy to join them in their revelry.
Just after dinner, the Young Sir and his entourage were preparing to leave so he could go home and have his bath. Among those attending him were his favorite aunt, who had just given him a brand new red motorcycle from Wal-Mart, and his beloved mother.
All was well as his aunt doted over him, telling him what a fine Young Sir he is and petting his soft little arms. When suddenly the Young Sir became very serious. His brow furrowed and his face turned an angry red. He raised his little hand to his forehead, as if in frustration. This concerned his aunt. She knelt down beside him and asked him, "What's the matter?" But he wouldn't look at her. His eyes welled with tears.
His aunt looked up at his mother who was standing nearby and questioned in a worried tone, "Is he alright?"
The Young Sir's mother glanced over at him and smiled.
"Oh yeah. He's poopin'!"