Who needs toys?

Poor Ollie has a stomach thing we think, either that or his bowels are haywire from getting his molars. But the past two mornings he has woken up at 5 with a poo explosion that smells like Yellowstone. Or Reykjavik. Or some other place surrounded by sulfur. His spirits have been pretty good, he's still perky and playful, but he didn't eat much yesterday and I am constantly trying to get him to drink fluids.He'd really rather play with spoons.