When I was a child, I already used to spend dozens of minutes on the toilet, taking a shit was already fun for me, I used to talk and to think, and to play, and to shit!
My father has more or less the same attitude, so he relates a lot, and been relieving my loneliness on the toilet ever since.
He used to sit in front of me, and play with me, chat with me, hold my hands. Now I don’t need his support anymore, but at that time it was vital.
Still love him a lot. Thanks dad!