My sweet daughter at about age 4 once called my wife and I into the bathroom. "Mom, Dad--you've got to come here! Now!"
We rushed in expecting something had broken or gone wrong; instead she was standing next to the toilet with her hands on her hips and her eyebrows raised in a knowing manner. "Check it out," she said. "That's a man-sized deuce."
The look on my wife's face was at once priceless and terrible. Perhaps I take pooping too seriously.
