| This one's a little gross. . . but the story was too funny not to share.
My wife and I had a baby 6 weeks ago. A few weeks prior to that, we were running the climax to my campaign (I decided to stop DMing for a while, for obvious reasons), and before we settled down to play, my wife had apparantly been taking to one of the other players about a certain procedure (enema) that they often give to women in labor to prevent accidents, etc.
Anyway, during the final, tense moment that was meant to widen the scope of the campaign, the party was negotiating with a guardian Lammasu tasked with awarding an ancient artifact to those that were worthy.
Meanwhile, my wife is in the other room, on the phone with her sister (who has three kids of her own), discussing her own labor experiences.
After each of the party came forward and presented their case, the Lammasu decides to ignore the prophecy he was charged with, and awards the artifcat to them, with a stern warning and the foreshadowing of a new threat to the PCs (when I start Dming again).
Then, at the most climactic moment, my wife runs into the room and says, "Well, my sister just sh-t on the table."
Yikes.
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