I want more!

This morning, I woke up to the sound of Ashton on the potty . . . filling it up . . . with loose and smelly you-know-what. I went in to help wipe him and wash his hands. He turned to me and said, "Mommy, my tummy doesn't feel very good." I know how that feels. So after cuddling in bed for a few minutes, we got up and gave him a glass of some very fancy ginger beer I bought to settle my tummy. A few minutes later he bounded up the stairs. I asked if he was feeling better, and if he liked the ginger beer. He nodded with a big smile and announced, "I want MORE diarrhea!"