My dad and I like to talk about our BMs. It's not the main topic of conversation with us, but no one else is interested. We commiserate when we're constipated. We share new strategies and we delight with one another when our pipes are working well.
As strange as this may seem, it's a precious part of my relationship with my dad. He's 73 and I appreciate every day I have with him.
I love you Dad! Have you had a BM today?
In Hindsight
11 years ago
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