When I was a toddler my parents wiped my backside, but I never in my wildest dreams imagined that I’d have to do the same for them sixty years later.
I suspect "accidents" will come to us all at some point. I've always been proud of the fact that I have avoided "accidents"* since growing out of nappies**, which most definitely isn't a family trait, given my bros have never been able to judge a fart

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But that stuff they make you drink for 18hrs before an anal probing, jesus, that made it a close run thing last month

*I don't count the seepage in Egypt after having some Nile water in my mouth. The valve was fully closed, but the brown water still found a way out

**Not that I used to wear them. As a small toddler, we lived right on a beach in a hot country. According to mum, I'd run out the door onto the beach and remove everything I was wearing, and expose myself to the girls. Back then, apparently, I was just being cute. When I try it now, people scream, and the Police want to see what their nice bracelets look like on me
