Some Smell Like Roses

Annie is two years old and nearing a soon three.  We've been working on the whole potty training thing lately.  A couple of weeks ago, she told me she needed to go "poo-poo".  I hurriedly rushed her to her little training potty in the bathroom.  She sat down, pushed, and let out a big tooie (some people call them toots--you have your words, we have ours).  Annie stood up to look at her masterpiece.  Nothing.  She sat down again only to lower herself into her own odor cloud.  "Eeewwww, stinkeeeeeeeey!" she says with a grimace and stands up.  She tried to sit back down but, by now, the cloud has risen and is now polluting the atmosphere.  "Mommy!  It's stinky in here!"  Annie then starts gagging.  I rush her over to the toilet as her gagging is turning into dry heaves.  Hands on both sides of the throne with head bent over, Annie starts to vomit.  Apparently, she is not used to her own brand yet...