I have nothing very cheery to distract you with bebe, but in a spirit of shared horror, I'll tell a tale.
Today while I was sorting out the washing Alex brought his potty over to beside me, clambered on, did the largest, stickiest, most noisome poo a child has ever done, then began climbing off again, became entangled in his pants & trousers, toppled over onto the full potty, tipped that onto the rug and then fell into the poo, squishing it into said rug. 10 minutes before we had to go and get DS1 from a birthday party.
I don't know if the (large, not cheap, of sentimental value) rug will ever recover. I have scrubbed and scrubbed, sprinkled lavender-oil infused bicarb (don't ask why I had that handy!) over it and hoovered it off an hour later and am still not sure about it.
Maybe the tale is entertaining for other people to read about, in a kind of "there but for the grace of Whoever go I" way...
The moral of the story is of course that potties should be used in the bathroom/toilet/on a tiled floor and not carted about the place at whim.