So I tell my son Tejas to call his sister in Boulder, Colorado, today, since its her birthday. He gives me a sigh. They never got along, these two. I think its from the bathroom affair. Since we lived out in the middle of nowhere, school buses picked up the kids, and dropped them off. Tegan’s bus happened to drop her off about seven minutes before Tejas’s. Now, Tejas had a big secret that we all knew about. He couldn’t go to the bathroom at school. Bashful bowels they called it. So, as soon as he jumped off the bus, it was a run for the toilet. Tegan knew his Achilles heel, his Kriptonite, his armor’s chink. That bathroom. We only had one in those days. She would wait for him to spot her out front, then, hit the house and lock herself in. My gosh the things he would scream while he pounded on the bathroom door. Guess that might be why no birthday call. Well, one of the reasons. Answering the phone for him might be another, but, that’s another story…