My family had this terrible way of leaving out the middle part of any story. For years growing up, I heard that my Aunt Edith 'died of an ingrown toenail.' As I sit here with my own ingrown toenail, I fight the irrational thought that I might just die from it at any moment
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Troi oi, I cannot even describe how much time I've spend talking my son through bathroom-related urges, and how important it is to tell me early and often. We are often in transit, so he can't wait until the last second, and when we do stop for a bathroom break, he'd better go regardless of how he feels. He's still not great at it, years after preschool is over. I don't know what the reason behind this is - I guess he's just good at multitasking, bad at focusing.
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I'm glad you got your toenail treated!
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