"I can't, Vaughn. Look at all these cars in front of me?! Why? Don't tell me you need to pee again."
"No. Poop."
"Oh, great." [Sitting at a standstill, bumper-to-bumper traffic, in the fast lane with no exits to be seen.] Well, you'll just have to hold it."
"Poop can't hold."
"Mommy, what's so funny?"
"Nothing."
Prologue: Back at home after half an hour of white knuckling the steering wheel.
"Don't you have to poop?"
"No, the ear went away."
"What ear?"
"The poop ear. It went away."
Well, hallelujah.
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