Has your child ever pooped their self awake? So much poop that a diaper cannot contain it? Well then they become a wriggling, squirming mass of "Oh God! Oh God! It's everywhere! Get it off me! Get it off me, now!" Well, son, this is what that toilet thing we've been trying to work on is about. Poop goes out of you, into it, and you usually don't need new pants. But did it stop there? You (and I) wish it was that easy... you see, then the wriggling becomes what feels like a concentrated effort to get as much of his poop as possible on you. Normally this would not bother me, but it is finals week and you can probably guess where my focus has been (getting this crap over with) and where it has not been (laundry). The long and short? Poop on my last clean pair of pants. No kind of butt-cover but shorts and it is below freezing out... Maybe, just maybe I have some pants in the dryer from one of three loads of laundry I have had time for. But I am willing to bet that I am not that awesome...