Babe, I've gotta pee.

(You don't. Your bladder is lying.)

With the holidays and long car trips coming up, I thought it was an apt time to bring up the age-old lore of the small bladder. When I was a kid, this was a common topic of discussion in my family. My mother, my sister, and my aunt all claimed to have “small bladders” — and I did, too. At age twelve, on one epic road trip from Vermont to Disney World, I…