Struggle

So although I dig the new milk, I don't think the new milk is digging me. I've been pushing and pushing, but I just can't poopie. It sucks. My face gets all read, and I grunt, and I hold on for dear life to Mommy or Daddy's fingers but nothing happens.

And when it does finally happen, it's big and hard and almost impossible to have come out of someone as small as me.

And then, some time later, we go through this process again.

So let this be the first (and probably not the last) time I say this: I swear to God, I promise, help me get through this and I will never drink again.

Promise.