One of my father's favorite stories to tell friends and family involves me pooping as a 8 month old on the way back from a dinner that we attended with my grandparents. I guess it was so awful that 25 years later it still is a favorite story to tell amongst the members of my family reunion. I GUESS OTHER BABIES NEVER SMELLED, GUYS!Boy it would be fun to clear that history, right? Yep. That's a history that I could easily get rid of.
I have other stories quite similar to these when I was older, but those are more funny since they're just kinda pathetic... so I'll keep those.
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