"Today you pooped through four outfits. Four cute onesies - four pairs of correlating pants. You even soiled a pair of socks, dear boy. The only remedy I could think of was to put you in a place where you could self clean, if you will, repeatedly. Bath time was just the ticket. I finished the dishes, and ironically you quit pooping. Motherhood is the only force that could encourage me to bring poop where I eat. It's a good thing you're cute."