There was a time when it would've seemed strange to me to see a toddler scoot across the floor, poop underneath the kitchen table, and ask for a cookie.
That time has long passed.
In fact, this scene unfolds pretty much every night around 5:30pm. Just as we get that first bite of steaming food into our mouths, the resounding cry bursts forth from the littlest member of the clan demanding her potty chair: "Potty! Poo-poo! Potty! Poo-poo!"
From all this dinner-time defecation sprung the idea for our next baby gear invention: the high-chair commode. Basically an elevated potty chair with straps and a tray. Or a high chair with a removable trap-door. You get the idea. We would call it "The Stool Stool." Why not take advantage of the gastrocolic reflex to do a little double duty feeding and toileting combo? Another weapon in the fight against the poop-ocalypse. We have yet to work out the issue of offensive odors during mealtime (Jeff proposed a fan with charcoal filter), but perhaps in The Stool Stool version 2.0.