Houston, we have poop.

As a new father, I have come face to face several times with reasons to harrow. And nearly all of them have included feces. Who can forget the infamous tub poo of 2005? Well, I was kidding myself if I ever thought those events would even hold a candle to the era known as potty training. Without going into abhorrent detail, let's just say an event occurred two weeks ago that resulted in the permanent discarding of two pairs of shoes, the futile borrowing of a neighbor's steam cleaner, the renting of a high-powered Rug Doctor and ultimately, upon admitting defeat, the rearranging of furniture.

However, we survived. And not only that, we triumphed. I am pleased to announce the official potty training of my little angel. Way to go kid! You go poopoo in the potty!