On the sixth day (today), Matt raised a stink, to everyone's relief (and his, I am sure). But he had a comic sense of timing: he dumped his little twisties (his mum's words) while he was having his bath. Was that how "Don't throw the baby out with the bathwater" first originated?
Along Matt's journey from constipation to deflation and ultimate elation (his dad's words), we joked... about Chief Shitting Bull (who progressively needed more laxative -- "big chief no shit" -- until "big shit, no chief"), and about Poop-etry in Motion, for which makeshi(f)t poo-ems were indeed composed.
So, in the end, it was all's well that ends well. One happy baby. Make that one happy family.
Wait. There's more:
Japanese Children Climb into a Giant Toilet for Science