Not since Infinite Jest, which David Foster Wallace famously wrote in one marathon, Metamucil-deprived bathroom sitting  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.
1. Technically, this is an example of poo in the service of literature, not the other way around. 
2. I made this up.