Upon further inspection, I've noticed another commonality between myself and the Peanut. We both like to poop at exactly the same time every day. It's bizarre. Every morning at 8:30 when I'm sitting on the can, "dropping the kids off at the pool" and reading the sports section? At precisely the same time, the Peanut freezes in her tracks. Her little cheeks get all flushed. And she squeezes out a few turds into her baby Huggies.
The cosmic timing of it all is so remarkable that it's almost preternaturally uncanny. Or as Magic Johnson once said (of playing with Kareem Abdul-Jabbar), "it's like we have ESPN or something."