I knew it was going to happen sometime, I just didn't know when. I wasn't ready for this day to come, nothing could even prepare me for it. I tried not to think about it and tried to deny it even ever happening, but tonight it happened. We were getting our 2 month old baby girl ready for a bath. She was completely naked and I was holding her (facing away from me, with a hand under each leg) then suddenly… explosive diarrhea! It shot out like you might would picture a rotten potato coming out of a potato gun at super sonic speeds. Luckily I had the end of this doodoo canon pointed in the right direction, at the floor. Nobody was hit. My Wife and I stood there with a "shock and awe" look drawn over both of our faces. Unfortunately we were in the bathroom on the slate floors. If you don't know what slate floors are like to clean, picture trying to get mayonnaise out of a huge cheese grader with a Q-Tip. And then my worst nightmare came true, the cat ran through it. The good thing is that cat realized she had it all over her paws, the bad thing is that she realized she had it on her paws and then starting flailing around like a rodeo bull with a bad cocaine habit and tried her best to get it off in 8 seconds. She covered the entirety of the house about 3 times before I could blink. I'm glad its friday.