Almost every single morning of Avery's life, she has pooped in her diaper as she's waking up. When she was a tiny baby, she would cry in discomfort until I came to change her. Now, she shouts, "Mommy! Mommy! Poop! Poop" over and over until I come.
There is, however, one exception: Sunday. Avery never poops on Sunday morning.
Avery waits until Sunday school to poop on Sundays. God bless her. That's nearly three hours after her normal daily poop time. Coincidence? I think not.