It’s got to be at least as good as the freshly powdered baby crawling on the couch, when suddenly: FFFAAARRTTT and a huge cloud of baby powder gets blasted into the air and makes a miniature mushroom cloud.
Dweezil earned the nickname “Crown Prince of Projectile Poop” pretty much as soon as the meconium-poops started turning into real poop. He was a really gassy kid, miserably so. And he was breastfed, so the poop didn’t exactly have any internal cohesiveness. He went for distance and volume and pretty much got everything in sight. Mid-change pees? no problem, you just plop your hand over the fountain and it’s pretty well contained. Mid-change poops? Lord have mercy on the furniture and rugs. We got really fast at changing those diapers! I think the cool air on the nether regions sent a NOWNOWNOWNOW signal to his brain.
I’m sure these are all lovely children but considering the theme of this thread I’m almost afraid to click any of the picture links.
Add me to the club. My oldest daughter Charlotte was less than two weeks old the time I was changing her diaper (she was lying on my guest room bed) and she drew her legs up, gave a grunt and shot poop across the bed and floor–and I took a direct hit on the front of my gown!
I received little sympathy from my mom, who found the whole thing strangely amusing! 
This is one of those things that they don’t tell you when you leave the hospital with your new bundle of joy. Thanks, Dopers, for warning me!