One morning, I woke up later than normal. I had taken my wife Dawn to the doctor the evening before and we’d then stopped by to see some friends.
I heard an odd thudding from somewhere. Weirdly, Dawn arose earlier than I had.
I followed the sound through the house and looked into the smaller bathroom.
Dawn was kneeling on the bathroom floor next to the toilet, holding a small hammer. The lid to the toilet was raised. As I watched, she swung the small hammer and hit the toilet bowl. Then again and again.
“Stop!” I hollered. “What are you doing?” I thought she might have lost her mind.
Dawn turned her head toward me, obviously aggravated. “The doctor told me to be sure to check for hard stools this morning.”
