Yes, boys are very different from girls and nowhere is this more evident than on the changing table. I now remember Punky's poops fondly; they were, after all, easily contained in her diaper and smelled, I'm now convinced, like delicate roses barely past their prime. Bruiser's poops, on the other hand, are horrid, fetid, biohazardous monstrosities that test the limits of even the most durable diaper.
bunburyist
I chalk just about every physical symptom up to anxiety. I'm thinking my gravestone will read: "She thought it was a panic attack."