Where's the poop?

Okay, this is a little gross, but too cute not to share. Last night during dinner, Emma kept telling us she needed to go potty, so Brian and I would take turns escorting her to the bathroom and encouraging her to "go" on the potty. Knowing that she hadn't had a BM all day, I told her to be quiet and relax so the poop could come out (graphic, I know). After a few seconds Emma would tire and declare that she was done, so up went the pants and back to the dinner table we went.

After dinner while Emma was playing on the stairs I could hear her grunting so I whispered to Brian "I wonder if she is pooping". Moments later I hear Emma declare, "I found it, Mommy! I found the poop!".