After discussing the time I stapled my finger, Dylan tells me in his own way, that I can go back to that lovely summer afternoon at Grandma’s house. There is a way to defy time and space.
Dylan: “Mom, when you pee sitting down you get littler”
Me: “What?”
Dylan: “You remember? Dad said if you pee standing up you get bigger.”
Me: “So when you sit down you get littler.”
Dylan, exasperated by this time: “Yeeeessss!”
Who knew? Time travel by toilet.
inankara 
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