It is only in retrospect that I realize that I was born with a wetting/desperation fetish. When I was elementary school age, I always wanted to read the potty training books in the children's section of bookstores.
Once when I was in kindergarten my uncle was visiting. One night after dinner they were telling jokes (I remember my uncle getting me with the Interrupting Cow joke) and they shared some palindromes that they thought were funny. One in particular my father really got a kick out of. No one, however, thought to explain to the six-year-old what a palindrome was.
The next day at school I saw a teacher I knew. For whatever reason, it was just me and this teacher in the hall. I ran up to her and said, "Go hang a salami; I'm a lasagna hog!" and then I just ran off without saying anything else.