Little Ali Has Diarrhea

Hello, everyone.

    Today I am going to tell you the story of little Ali. This time he has diarrhea. His parents are really puzzled as to how he got it. Read on and find out how it happened.

Little Ali has Diarrhea

    You all know little Ali by now I hope. That little boy with chubby cheeks and dark brown almost black eyes who is always running around on his stubby little legs driving his mother nuts sometimes. Well, he did something or rather ate something that made him really sick. I will tell how it all happened.

    One day, Ali’s father told Ali’s mother to give him some laxative. So she did. Now this laxative looked exactly like dark chocolate. There were three pieces left. Ali’s father took one piece and he kept it on the table whilst he chewed and swallowed it with water. As he was about to put it back in the medicine cupboard there was a knock on the door and he put it on the table. He went to answer the door. There was one of the neighbours wanting something. When he closed the door he forgot all about the laxative on the table.

    After some time who should come it but little Ali. He headed straight for the dining room. He was hungry and he was looking for something to eat. The first thing he saw was the laxative that looked exactly like chocolate! He was delighted. One thing he loved very much was chocolate. He went straight to the table and took what he thought was chocolate and went into the garden to eat it. He ate both the pieces!

    As you know laxatives take a few hours to take effect and he was just a toddler so in about two hours he started to get the cramps. Ali went and lay down on the sofa. Soon his mother came into the sitting room. Seeing Ali lying on the sofa surprised her. It wasn’t like Ali to lie down somewhere unless he wasn’t feeling well. She got worried and went up to him.

    “What’s the matter, Ali?” she asked, concerned.

    “My stomach is paining, Mommy,” he replied.

    “Where is it paining?” she asked kindly. “Show me.”

    “Here,” said Ali, putting his hand on his navel.

    His mother looked and then as she thought it was normal pain she went and brought some balm and applied to his stomach.

     “There, do you feel better now?” she asked.

    “Yes, Mommy,” he replied.

    After a while he ran to his mother holding his stomach with both hands.

    “Mommy, Mommy,” he said, “I want to go potty.”

    His mother quickly took him to the washroom. This went on about three times. His mother got worried now. Luckily his father was a doctor and he was at home that day. She went and told him about Ali’s condition. Her husband went quickly to check him.

     “Did you eat anything, Ali?” he asked.

    “No, I didn’t, Pop,” he said quite forgetting about the chocolate.

    “Are you sure?” he asked again. “Try to remember.”

   Ali thought for a while. Then, he remembered.

    “I had chocolate,” he said.

    “Chocolate?” his mother said, surprised. “We are out of chocolate. I was going to get some today. Where did you find a chocolate, Ali?”

    “On the table,” he replied.

    Suddenly, his father beat the palm of his hand on his forehead.

    “Oh, no!” he moaned, “It wasn’t chocolate you ate, it was a laxative!”

    His wife was shocked.

    “How did this happen?” she asked very much concerned.

   “I took my laxative and as I wanted to put the rest of it away in the cupboard there was a knock at the door,” Ali’s father said, remembering, “I went to answer the door and forgot all about the laxative.”

   “Oh, no!” his mother said, shocked. “What are we going to do?”

   “Don’t worry,” her husband told her, smiling. “I am a doctor, remember?”

    “Yes, I remember,” she said, smiling back.

    Ali’s father gave him some medicine. He began to feel better but he wasn’t running around as he usually did and his mother complained about it.

    “It doesn’t feel right when Ali is not running around!” she complained and said in mocked anger to her husband, “It’s all your fault.”

    “Well, everyone makes mistakes,” he told his wife, sheepishly and turned to his son and said, “Get well soon buddy. Your mother is blaming me for it.”

   Then, they both laughed and little Ali smiled.

   Ali felt rather weak the whole day for all that potty going but he was running around as usual the next day driving his mother up the wall!