This reminds me of the time I was at grandmas and I didn’t want to goto church and pretended to be sick. Then later that night I ate some bad eggs and shit my pants but it didn’t really matter because they made me goto church anyway. Here I ended up having the norovirus and it wasn’t the eggs. I gave it to my pap pap when I saw him at church and he shit his pants a couple days later in his car. Ends up I wasn’t faking being sick after all and my grandma no longer tells me what to do because she died in the 90s.