Come on, Pee!
Rupert and I had the weirdest thing in common- our bladders. We both have to pee before we leave and when we arrive. And not too much longer after that. No one was getting upset at the other when you had to run and pee before leaving the house. We got each other.
I had a strong memory the other night sitting on the toilet, peeing before bed. Like Rupert, I would sit a few minutes to really empty my bladder before going to bed, or I would be up in a few hours. I heard his voice loud and strong in my head, “Come on, Pee!” he would say. “Come on, Pee!” I would reply. And eventually the pee would come, but it helped making it a silly thing that we both understood.