I would like to, if I may, tell you a brief, and, if I'm honest, slightly disgusting story (but, that's my prerogative, this is after all my column).
About 10 months ago (give or take), my daughter issued a bowel movement into a potty for the first time. My wife was at work at her hospital, so, naturally, I snapped a couple of digital pictures and shot her an e-mail with the pics attached. I didn't do this out of pride or joy — I figured that the first use of a potty in such a manner was at least terribly lucky in terms of timing and not so much skill based -- but rather for two other reasons. First, I thought my wife would be pleased to know that our potty training, at least a little, was progressing. And second (and the main reason), I did it for the laugh. I was sure that my wife would only get a chance to sit down to check her e-mail when she was taking a break to eat something (they work hard during their 30-hour shifts), and that this type of picture was exactly what she wouldn't want to see as she was biting into a sandwich. You might call that cruel, but I think that's definitely overstating it.
Why, you ask, did I tell you that? Because I was watching TV last night and Scrubs stole the joke; they ripped it straight out of my life and put it on the screen for all to see. Oh sure, if you asked them they'd probably claim that it's a common tale, that their iteration was slightly different than mine, or some malarkey about how they never could have known that I sent such a picture to a hospital for my doctor-wife to see.
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