Two little girls from Riley's school go by on bikes, just as we're getting out of the van in the driveway.
"Riley where were you today?" One of them asks. I'd kept her home from school.
As Riley tries to tell them she was having a bit of "tummy trouble"(again), Seth stands on the edge of our yard, and yells innocently across the street,
"SHE WAS CONSTIPATED!"
That oughta help her make lots more friends, don't you think?