An early summer visit with my parents, from last year:

1) At one point we are talking, and in a pause during the conversation, my father looks at my hands, and says that they are exactly like my grandfather's.

2) In our traveling, we go to this one regional brewery that is known for good beer but is also reputed to give you a special kind of the shits, and when I wake up in the morning after that, I immediately have to take just the biggest dump ever, and it turns out to be pretty huge and very dark and kind of diarrhea-like with lumps of flaky chunk piles that alternate with pure liquid, and all of it has this overpowering kind of smell that's like exactly like fermenting grain, and then when I go to crawl back into my hotel bed, I see that I must have sharted during the night, for there's like this small strip of hardened blackish-brown shit that is on the sheets where my ass crack seems to have been at some point when I was lying on my back, and then as I'm looking at that in amazement, something catches my eye and I look over, and like two-and-a-half feet over to the side, there's like a faint ghost version of that same shit mark from where I must have rolled over and lied on my back again, after my main shart and most of the shit coming out and sticking to the sheets the first time that I had done that, when I was lying a few feet over from where I was then.