After reading all these stories, I am sooooo grateful to have never encountered a projectile poo...

My story is - when DD was trying out a big bed for the first time at about 18m, I always had to be careful opening her door after she'd been down for a nap because she tended to wait right behind it. So I opened it slowly one day as normal and could smell right away that things weren't right, and could see her face peeking around the door. So I pushed it open a little further to get my head in, and there was the pile sitting neatly right behind the door, and DD smiling sweetly with brown on her hands, face, chest....
I had no choice but to push the door open through the pile of poo to get in. Needless to say, it wasn't a pleasant clean up job.