I really didn't think I'd be okay squatting over my freshly drawn bath with a plastic cup fishing for pieces of yellow turds, but alas, here we are. I can't wait to tell her about this when she's just old enough to be embarrassed. I'll tell her about how red her face got as she was pushing it out. I'll tell her how the moment I looked into her eyes and realized what she was doing I just started busting up laughing at her telling her "no no no no... not right no... ohhhhh my gosh... here we go..." I LAUGHED while YOU POOPED. Do any of you remember the last time your mother was two feet in front of your face holding on to you while you took a crap in your bathtub? I have that memory. So does she.