One evening after dinner, Jake announced that he had to pee and hurried to the bathroom. After a few minutes, we heard him yell that he turned and missed the toilet by a little bit. So my husband volunteered to go check on him. When he reached the bathroom, there was Jake surrounded by an almost perfect circle of pee on the floor.
If that's what he calls missing by a little bit, then I'd hate to know what his idea of missing by a lot looks like.