Okay, I can officially add Pooped On to my list of experiences incurred by and with children. And the craziest thing? I couldn't even get mad at Michael. As unpleasant as it was, the child is cute even when he is taking a dump on my hand. God damn him for it, because I really wanted to be upset but I just started laughing. That kid better feel loved, because I don't know if love gets any realer than that.