We were sitting around the table lingering over dinner. Katie had left the table and was dismantling the couch. She seemed to be pushing then suddenly ran out of sight. I asked if she were poopy and was answered by silence. I announced that I was going to get a clean pull-up and Katie should meet me in the bathroom.
Before I was out of my chair, Katie walked in the room holding her pull-up carefully in two hands. She handed it to me and announced "That's one BIG poopy!"
And it was, too.