Allison is very regular. I can practically set my watch to her dirty diapers. So when she has a day where she's less, well, craptastic than most, I know the next one is going to be a seismic event.
I warned Jerry when he got home from work that there hadn't been much activity and to brace himself. Then, just as he was telling me that she hadn't gone the night before either, we heard a loud explosion below us where she was resting on the floor.
Then I ran shouting, "YOUR TURN!"
"Just like that?" he said, laughing. "Not even paper, rock, scissors?"
He scooped her up and headed for the changing table. The next thing I heard was Jerry's dry heaves, followed by a litany of gagging, interspersed with a few coughs.
"OH MY GOD. ... OH MY GOD, YES. (gag) IT'S LIKE, TAKE ONE OF HER REGULAR POOPS, (gag) THEN ADD FOUR CUPS OF WATER AND A BOUILLON CUBE."