OK, we have to talk. You have become extremely high maintenance. I can’t take you to the bathroom every 20 minutes. I’ve got better things to do. Like take my preschooler to the bathroom every 20 minutes.
Your persistent need to be emptied is cramping my style. I’d like to be able to “hold it” like the good old days. Remember them? I’d like to not leak when I laugh or cough or smile too widely. I’d like to be able to go out and not stress about whether there will be a bathroom nearby. I get seriously anxious when I’m at the park and there’s no John in sight because I know you’re going to start whining, “I gotta go! I gotta goooooo! Empty me ooooout!” You’re worse than a toddler. READ MORE