This is Daisy. She is a little over 2 months old. She is a happy, bouncing bundle of joy most of the time, but this morning she violently lashed out in a way we did not believe possible. This morning, she unleashed what will henceforth be known as the a-poo-calypse... #Easter

Daisy had been a bit constipated the last few days, so we wanted to help her work through it. We tried many of the usual tricks that help her go, but nothing worked. We decided rather than see her in pain, we were going to give her a some prune juice to help things get moving.

Daisy had never had prune juice before, and she gobbled up those 2oz happily. Afterward, she fell into a deep and peaceful slumber.

A short time later, Daisy awoke with some forceful grunts; the juice was working. Her face began to turn colors as she worked things out. Eventually, she began to cry as she isn’t a fan of dirty diapers.

Sara and I knew this would not be a diaper for the faint of heart and shouldn’t be tackled alone, so we took her to the bedroom and decided to work together to get this cleaned up as quickly as possible.

The scene was a grizzly one, but nothing a parent hasn’t seen before. We worked together to get everything in order as quickly as possible. Once the mess was cleaned, I took the diaper to be disposed of.

As I walked away, Sara noted that Daisy was now smiling and must be feeling better.

It was the last smile we would ever see.

I was mere feet outside the bedroom door when I heard the screams. Quickly I turned back to the bedroom to assist, but it was too late. Daisy had farted, and there was nothing there to stop the carnage.

Y’all...

this 2 month old obliterated everything on my side of the bedroom. Everything in the line of fire was hit and hit hard. The comforter, pillows, night stand, and floor were hit first.

They never saw it coming.

Further across the room, the curtains had been struck about halfway up. It was an incredibly impressive scene of nature’s fury, but it didn’t prepare me for what I saw next.

My bathroom door and floor had also fallen victim. They were 8’ minimum away from her.

8’…

That little girl projectile shot a distance longer than Tacko Fall is tall from her hindquarters.

I had no idea something like this was even physically possible.

Naturally my first reaction upon seeing this scene is intense and uncontrollable laughter. Sara, less than pleased by this response, refocused my attention and we got everything cleaned up.

While we do need new bedding and curtains, we are comforted by the fact that Daisy is now happy again. However, in the future, we will make sure to give the prune juice just a little while longer to work its magic.