I am not a person who is easily shocked, especially when it comes to shit. One time I watched with a blank face as a man took a dump on 40th Street and 10th Avenue and then wiped his butt by dragging his crack up the corner of a building. Whatever, it happens. But the unnatural rainbow of crap that's come out of my two-year-old daughter has been disturbing enough to give a person thyroid eyes.
Parents have to talk about their kids' poop just to process the trauma. And I'm sorry about this, but I'm going to need to take it a step further and just go ahead and post a picture of some toddler poop on the Internet, because it really is so insane-looking that I'd never be able to do it justice with text alone.