Lest I forget..  While we were visiting friends in Ithaca last weekend.  Sunday night at Sammy's in the plaza.  With Bill, Robyn, Gail (no Peter), Jen, Mark, and Zeke...   right towards the end...  Zachary started hunching in his highchair and giving off "the LOOK".  It was not unjustified.  It was a biggie.  The most liquidy, volumous poop ever.  I grabbed Z and headed towards the washroom w/a new diaper.  It was one of those first-the-shoes-come-off diaper changes.  I was lucky that his shoes and socks as well as his sweater were intact, because he went back out in the cold without his turtleneck and minus his pants.  And it was cold out in Ithaca that night.  This poop was so wet and powerful that it went all the way up the the base of his neck!  His back was covered. His pants were trashed.  I think Robyn came in helpless to assist, but there for moral support, and to help open the plastic bag which was so graciously given to us by the establishment.  I popped the naked, poop-coated Zachary into the sink and proceeded to bathe him right there in the bathroom.  What else was I to do?  What can I say?  He lived. We ran into Gail the next day at Gimmee, so at least she got to see him in pants again! This was the worst poop yet.  And the poor waitress was like, "this is why I'm afraid to have kids" and how do you explain that this hardly ever happens???