No, but I'll tell you now, because it's pretty revelatory.
Last Tuesday, he was sick a couple of times.
'Ah, come on, love' says I. 'You've caught a bug, that's all. You'll feel better soon.'
Then, no pooh. Never had a problem before, but now, no pooh. I have had the five days from hell, with him screaming with stomach pains and running around with his finger up his bum to stop it coming out. Yes, it's been an incomparable joy ..
Today, exasperated and at the end of my tether, I ran it past him again.
'What is frightening you. Just tell me.'
'I've got a bug in my stomach, a spider, and if I do a pooh, it will fall out and bite my bum.'
The moral of this tale is, never tell a small child they've caught a bug, because they're literal little souls, ain't they?