It was only a couple of weeks after we brought the boy home that this happened. I was changing his poopy diaper in the morning, and I was fooled, lulled into complacency . Since said diaper was indeed already soiled, I assumed that he was all done. What a dope I was. I actually saw the projectile poop launch, like a slow-motion car accident, and could do nothing about it. It was quite a spectacular feat.
My wife and I have disagreed about how far it did go since the event took place. So, in the interest of truthfulness, I will now go to his room and measure the approximate distance. Here I go…
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…OK so I measured where I remembered it landing, which wasn’t quite to the wall, and it looks like it was pretty close to 5 feet. (Yay, I win!)
(For those of you who are worried that this comic will start focusing too much on all things excremental, fear not. Even though diaper fun is a major factor in every parents’ life, I really don’t have a lot of great stories about it. So there’ll be just a few strips concerning such subjects and I’ll try to spread them out.)
Hmmm… This is fertile material for all manner of new weapons & crowd-control devices. Have you experimented with the effects of altitude & rotational momentum on range & impact velocity? Another pungent channel of important research will be the ordinance itself …
John – it’s about this time you begin to see the overwhelming advantage of hardwood floors. Or tile. ANYthing non-porous.
I’m really enjoying your strip!
Thanks so much.