File this one under why I am happy I gots no kids.
Today I was in the bathroom at work. As I was doing my thing I heard a conversation between a small child and his father in the far stall. Apparently the little boy was pooping and having a little bit of a problem. I heard him tell his dad, who was in a bit of a hurry, "The big one's already out."
"Oh, good," Dad enthused.
"Just a little bit left," the boy said, "just a little one hanging there."