A conversation between a mother, two teenagers and a little boy.

Mother is driving in car home from school.

Little Boy starts to sing.

“When you’re sliding into home and the base is full of foam.  Diarrhea.  Diarrhea.  When you’re riding a Chevy and you’re feeling something heavy.  Diarrhea.  Diarrhea.  When you’re…” – Little Boy

Mother interrupts Little Boy.

“Stop.  Stop singing.  Where did you learn THAT song?” – Mother

“Him.” – Little Boy (points to Old Boy)

Mother looks at Old Boy.

“Why on Earth did you teach him THAT song?” – Mother

“Come on, Mom.  It’s hilarious.  When you’re sitting in a bath and feel something splash.  Diarrhea.  Diarrhea.  When…” – Old Boy

Mother interrupts Old Boy.

“Stop.  I don’t want to hear that song.  It’s not funny it’s disgusting.” – Mother

“That’s what makes it funny.” – Old Boy

“When you’re sliding into first and your pants about to burst.  Diarrhea.  Diarrhea.” – Little Boy

Old Boy and Tall Boy start laughing.

“Stop!  I don’t want to hear one word more from that song.  It makes me feel nauseous.” – Mother

“Momma, does your tummy hurt?” – Little Boy

“Yes.  That song makes me feel a bit queasy.” – Mother

“Un oh.  Be careful.  You might get diarrhea.  Diarrhea.” – Little Boy

Old Boy and Tall start laughing again.

“Enough!  Next person who mentions anything about bodily fluids is walking home.” – Mother

“If you have diarrhea you can slide on home.” – Little Boy (starts laughing)

“I am outnumbered.” – Mother