<human>: My husband and I were on our way home from a pre-Christmas celebration with family. We had a two hour drive home, and as always, we took along a potty seat for our 2 1/2 year old who is just recently potty trained. The weather was awful, which already had us stressed out. We were on our second potty stop of the journey, and my husband was losing his patience waiting. We finally convinced her to get back in to her car seat so we could continue on. About 45 minutes later, she again yelled that she had to go. We pulled over, set her up on her potty seat in the back of our van, and waited. Ten minutes went by, and my husband's impatience was at its threshold. My poor daughter was crying at this point that her belly hurt and she wanted to go home. I told him to just get her back in to her seat and we'd keep making our way toward home. He picked her up and turned her to pull her pants back up. That's when I saw that she had a turd in mid-exit. I yelled, "Wait! She's got a turd hanging!" but it was too late. The turd separated itself, rolled down my daughter's pant leg, my husband's pant leg, and then the seat. The flood gates unleashed, and soon everyone and everything in the back of the van had a fresh coat of brown. I immediately start laughing, with my husband seething, "IT'S NOT FUNNY!" My older daughter and I were hysterical with laughter at this point. My husband tossed the potty seat out on to the road and got out of the van to attempt to de-turd himself and the potty. My daughter instantly felt better, we all (eventually) got a good laugh, and we made it home without further incident.

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<bot>: Pulled over so constipated child could try to poop, pooped all over self, her dad and the van, her mom and sister were highly amused.