He can now twist his head on top of my already-diminished bladder, causing a sharp and urgent need to pee. Right That Second.
Yesterday, David and I went for a walk. It was 28 degrees or so. I went to the bathroom first, then immediately put on boots, coat, hat, scarf, and gloves.
And had to pee again. Not 2 minutes later.
David said, "Are you serious?"
I did not deign to answer except with my waddly hustle to the bathroom. Or maybe I said, "Shut up," or "That's not nice," or some other witty response.
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