I blame you... people who were parents before us... for not warning us about the poop issue. The only reason I know that it can be really really bad is because one of my cousins pooped into his shoes on a train trip from Philly to Pittsburgh (Mikey, you're famous now!). I never thought it would happen to MY kid, though. I won't go into details, but I would like to make a few points....
* Papa is never allowed to leave me alone with The Boy again
* Socks are indispensable and as good as wipes
* Poop footprints, while fascinating, are not fun to clean up
* Riders on the Tigger plane should probably wear a contamination suit from now on
* The Boy will associate the word "poop" with "bath" for days and repeat as if one word
