Monday, June 16, 2003

A STRANGE MEMORY OF MY DAD
I don't know if it was becase of Father's Day or not, but I was talking to Karena about a strange memory of my dad. I was telling her when he was potty-training me that he would whistle to make me pee. It would be this very faint, high pitched whistle. But somehow, he got me trained like one of Pavlov's dogs to pee whenever I heard him whistle.
But I shouldn't have told Karena about this because now she's threatening to whistle at me while I sleep just to see if I'll end up peeing in my pants.
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