I need to believe that daddywhumpus had no idea or hint of the glorious mess he was leaving me with when he went to play music.
That was hands-down, the worst poopsplosion we have ever had in this house, all homo sapiens included. I suppose the only thanks is that it was confined to the smallest human, but it is small compensation for the corny, slimy mess that extended from diaper to neck, necessitating a hose down in the tub, and red-faced screaming and crying which ended in a snotty sneeze on my shoulder and arm.
The smell will linger long after the poop is hosed down the loo.
The memory will linger even longer.