Why does she do that?

FiG goes into her crib peacefully. Ten minutes later she's screaming. I think I know why. After a few minutes she ratchets up the intensity so I go up to check on her. As soon as I open the door I smell validation of my instinct. We pay more for daycare every month than we do for our house. Why can't she have all of her Monday - Friday poops there? Nope...this whopper was all mine. Thankfully, she went back to bed with only a minor protest. And I can spend the rest of my "girls night" with my knitting needles.