poor thing

Yesterday about 1/2 hour before dinner time, Brick came in to see me with a sad, sad pitiful look on his face.

"What's a matter?" I inquired.

"My belly hurts...."

"Do you (ahem) need to go potty?" I so delicately asked.

"No."

"Do you need a couple of crackers to tide you over until dinner time?"

"No."

"What do you need then?"

"I need some candy."