Toilet Training.
I was at one point left to look after a small child of the male variety.

He was indeed cute and cool and all the other things that newborns spectacularly fail to be... right up until the point he went to the loo.

He'd been gone a few minutes, and I absent mindedly OK'd this thinking "Yeah, I like to read a book too"... A few minutes later my subconscious made itself heard and chastised the more vocal part of my brain.

His mum had clearly stated that it was Ok because "He's toilet trained" but It was quiet... too quiet.

I went to the bathroom door and enquired "Is everything OK Sam?" to which I got the reply "Yes, come and look"

Fearing a toddler's "rate my poo" show-and-tell I slowly pushed the door open. Little Sam stood there with his bags down and shirt Hitched up, proudly displaying his arse. "Look, I can wipe myself!!"

"Well done Sam.. and Now it's time for a shower... C'mon.. clothes off!"

Sam infact had - with 5 minutes of careful work - had successfully re-distributed a good deal of turd *all* the way up his back with carefully executed wiping motions.
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Fri 18 Apr 2008, 11:57, Reply)