Or out, as the case may be.
My new theory is that my blogging makes Nolie poop. She just pooped twice (after doing a big one Monday). The past several times she has pooped have been while she's sitting in my lap as I type this blog.
It's like when I walk into a Barnes and Noble. All those neatly stacked rows of reading material and...bam. Need to poop. Same thing for her. My lap is her Barnes and Noble.
Or else, the formula thing is working.