Not since Infinite Jest, which David Foster Wallace famously wrote in one marathon, Metamucil-deprived bathroom sitting [1] has so much literary talent and education been put into the service of poo.
Put the kid in the crib with a bottleful of Benadryl and read the loong, hilarious, touching, provocative, and round, table of new fathers, nine months later, at The Morning News.
Roundtable: New Fathers, Round II [TMN]
Roundtable: New Fathers of TMN, Round I, Feb. 2004
Note:
1. Technically, this is an example of poo in the service of literature, not the other way around. [2]
2. I made this up.
