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| Waiting for a water taxi in Chicago last year |
A year ago we went on a vacation to Chicago. What fun we had visiting Navy Pier, taking the Amtrak train, riding the water ferries, shopping on Michigan Avenue, going to Shedd Aquarium, etc.
“Do you remember where we were a year ago?” I asked Will the other night.
“No.”
“Chicago! Do you remember?”
“Oh, yea. That’s where I had diarrhea.”
Huh.
While true, his memory of having diarrhea in Chicago is not the first thing that popped (or should I say pooped?) to my mind when I reminisced about our vacation.
(Later he raved about playing miniature golf on Navy Pier, so I couldn’t stay bitter that all he remembered of our vacation was a bowel movement!)
