An Excremental Miracle

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The water level rose slightly, but then subsided. The potty worked! My embarrassing turd had disappeared!

I flushed the potty again several times before calling Kootch in to witness the miracle. Kootch was impressed. I suggested to Kootch that my turd had actually cured the potty problem. I attributed theraputic qualities to that turd. Kootch, getting the joke on some level, went along with me: my shit actually had magical power! We laughed.

Kootch wondered whether we should call Roto-Rooter and cancel the call. I declined, telling her to give me the phone when they called back. When they eventually called I told them that we had 'changed our mind.'

End of turd story.