"I also pooped my brains out. A large, smelly, somewhat solid poop that filled up one diaper, and then its replacement when I decided I wasn’t done. Yep, it took three diapers to get me clean. There were wet naps everywhere. I even got some poop on my sock, and then on my foot.
If my poops were an Olympic event, this one would have been a medal contender.
It would have been the Michael Phelps of poop."
(Dec. 8, 2008, Through Wyatt's Eyes)
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