Now for all you people with kids (who am I kidding, the three people that read this don't have kids), I don't want to hear about how much worse it is when you have a toddler all up in your bidness. Partially because I don't want another reason to not want kids, but also because I can well imagine. I babysat my niece (Baby M) a week or so ago, and I needed to potty. I'm always entertained by the selection of reading material in my sister's bathroom. They did not disappoint this time - a pamphlet about artificial insemination of goats. So there I am, at my weakest, reading about goat AI while my fifteen-month-old niece alternates between staring at me and trying to drink chemicals.
I feel like I had a third pooping story (now you know I was talking about poo, instead of just assuming you hateful creatures), but I can't think of it. So you'll be spared. And now you have more ammunition to throw at me when you say I talk about poop all the time. You're welcome.