Gaama has a dog-tag!

Went say bye to Nate on toilet seat, flushed beads perspire head. Gaama, Is it hanging? Is it hanging? [he meant his poop]. I peeped. Indeed thin strand hanging fr anus. Push Nate push (reminds me time I was in labour). Out came poop. "I pushed motion out gaama." He looked Visibly relieved. "C u tomor Nate. Be gd boy." "ok, what's yr number gaama? "98242416". Nate must hv heard sam phoning me!  Gaama has a dog tag now! Nate mumbled number after me. "Bye Nate. Cannot remember number, ask yr mummy". Ok he replied.