I like you mommy. I love you when you help me go poop.
Bubba's remark, for whatever reason done in a British-like accent, after I sat with him for over 30 minutes encouraging him to poop. I demonstrated breathing techniques for him to help him get through the pain (even on laxative he hadn't pooped for FIVE days). It was rather interesting watching him going "EE-EE-EE-EE" and "SH-SH-SH-SH" but it made him feel better, so whatever works.
I could have done without the wildly spraying urine when the big nastiness was released, but that's minimal. And yes, he clogged the toilet again.