Recently at a good friend’s dinner party, while using her bathroom I noticed a stool next to the toilet. Her kids were way past the small-kid stage of needing a step in order to clamber onto the potty seat, so I made a casual joke about her needing it after one too many glasses of wine. She pulled me aside, got a very serious look on her face, and said, “No. I use it. To poop.” And there you have it. My mind was blown right then and there. As she explained how she used the stool — thankfully sparing me any specific details — it made total sense. Get ready because I’m about to lay down some serious bathroom[…]